When the feelings are too much to take

When the ice is certain to break

When your wrists are bleeding blue

And your moods are that color too

Thinking of what I had

Smiling, but still sad

Shaking deep in my bones

Knuckles white, skin growing cold

As I come up for air, I'm sinking down

Own and become with a frown

My friends are all tethered down

I confess the same for my myself

Dumping over drinks, send me and shout it out

Shout it out

As I come up for air, I'm sinking down

Own and become with a frown

As I come up for air, I'm sinking down

Own and become with a frown