Depression At It's Finest

Your own soundtrack white noise in my ears in my years Pictures in scars, maybe a lightning strike, an x to mark the spot anything to take away the pain the waiting Anything to distract from the Teardrops drizzling down a windowpane and a deep breath feels like a pain to your chest your heart and I've had enough of those Flesh wounds to the soul caused by little boys who whisper pretty words that sound sounded like fulfillment. Ferris wheels break, Carousel rides never last. a wasted quarter, Just a wasted quarter of me. The promise of rain is a broken one.