It's like I have an exposed nerve-ending,
because I can't keep pretending,
that you haven't just pushed my trigger,
because I'm becoming bitter,
and that won't make you the winner.
This feeling get's bigger,
I feel like throwing something against the wall,
as I start to fall.
I feel like screaming,
my mind is bleeding,
but my body is freezing,
I can't start the healing,
if I can't stop the grieving,
I keep believing this demon,
I don't really have a reason,
my moods change like the seasons,
meanwhile all I can do is wait.
Wait for the storm to sedate.