I need to get this off my chest.
Telling your tears to flee.
When you wrapped your arms around me, it seemed like I was save.
I tried to be mute, did everything you told me too.
My passive agressiveness seems to have landed me here once more.
Trapped in a rose field, yet only seeing thorns.
I cought every tear that fell from your eyes...
Cought it in my little bucket.
I even burried myself alive by your request.
So that you would never have to clean up MY mess.
I continue to spiral downward.