Tear Drops

My words, my words I'm out of them all the lyrics, my flow; where have they gone now it's a product of a cluttered mind a headache born illness that sleep has failed to erase 3 months have passed since the underage tragedy is that what's holding me back is that why I'm holding back It's already been forgiven, forgive but forgotten...it's the martyr that bombarded my ever clouding thoughts The repetition of my words are a constant danger I'm still walking on rough waters it seems when haven't I been I'm always lost in the currents of shallow seas and I've always felt a stinging pair of eyes staring right through me haunting me...why is it something so familiar seems so ghastly