The fact that has left undone,
The fact that still clings on,
The fact that should be forgotten as a memory,
The fact that should never happened in the first place,
The fact that weighs my heart to the ground,
The fact that it's killing me. & When you suddenly stumbled across a rocky path,
You needed a hand to hold and support,
It was clearly right in front you,
But yet it wasn't there.
"He curled up on his bed, shivering cold,
For a moment, he felt he was suffocating,
He held onto his bedsheets, face down to his pillow,
And there he goes, bursting into tears of bitterness."
