what have i seen other than what the bottom looks like?
stuck somewhere between the gloom and the light.
when you're working towards
building back those broken boards,
you sometimes lose your footing.
you often find yourself putting off everyone,
while finding comfort in other songs
to distract the fact that you're actually disappearing.
i have no excuses that i can offer,
just the hope that your forgiveness will hold back the water.
for what it's worth, i'm sorry...
and, at the end, i swear i'm trying.