It's a pulling away of,
Where my bones are made of metal
Pressed against a bed made of magnet,
And every attempt I make
Is a struggle
Flesh-tearing,
Bone-shattering,
And in the tear-muddled, sweat-muddled blood,
All I'm reminded of
Are the choices I've made
And I laugh, so loud,
It shakes the silence,
But when my laughter dies down,
I am still stuck with the same thoughts,
And I wonder when I'll be able to escape,
And leave behind what is keeping me here.
