Waiting For The Day To End Zeraphine

Waiting for the Day to end

With the blade in my heart I’m stumbling
I’m melting into the ground
While the walls around are crumbling
I don’t want to rest ‘til I’m found
Fighting against emptiness and confidence inside of me
And a broken mirror shows me what I am supposed to see

And I thought I’m crying tears, but blood is pouring down from my eyes
But no matter how I feel I can’t respond to their lies
I don’t need these souvenirs to remind me of the bygone time
And however much I try to forget
I can’t get rid of their grime
(I hold my breath)
I can’t get rid of their grime
(I hold my breath)

And the weights on my feet drag me
Down to the bottom of the sea
But it looks so peaceful here and I can’t speak to raise a plea
Everything I tried to see and to find again and to undo my faults
Was never worth the strain, there’s nothing left I could exault

And I thought about dying safely, but as always there’s no guarantee
Whatever they say I still deny and disagree
The words and sentiments
And I’m still standing in-between
But my innermost thoughts remain unseen