I don't know what
to think anymore
you just left me here
and closed the door
and silence fell
and if you can't tell
I guess I kind of lost myself
my mental health
faded fast
I'm haunted sometimes
by the past
I've stayed up here
alone for days
and everything appears in shades
of grainy, charcoal blues and greys
but, anyway,
I wonder how you are sometimes
I want to tell you I'm alright
well, not alright
it's hard to make it now, alone
hard to sing
without missing notes ...