I don't want to be dead,
I know you think I'm depressed,
But I just want to be invisible again,
And the humble silence I have come to,
Is why I am not one bit ready for it to kick in now,
The words inside of my brain,
Said loud enough to echo off the tunnels of my heart,
I don't wanna fall back down to that myself,
So I the heart rattle out its emotions gone wild,
With the fumes from inside of my brain.

What the hell am I doing,
I can't understand it,
How I keep letting my mind burn everything down to the ground,
Leave me alone with the ruble,
To morn, the memories held with what buildings have crumbled down,
Not ever will I have any of those rooms again.

Don't tell me to get up,
And build another because I am still trying to figure out,
How I ever let myself tear everything so far down,
I know I'm the one that threw them away,
And why, I ask as I continue on in this fury,
Continuing to add to the ruble,
Instead of building it back up.