I sit in this room,
and I stare at the moon,
how long will this last?
I ask myself,
How long 'til it's in the past,
No one can help,
The walls are crashing in,
I barely hear a yelp,
It's smashing my skin,
This temporary break,
and I shake,
I love the pain,
but I still feel ashamed,
This is the perfect high,
also my last goodbye.
