• I can hear it outside my windows,
    The cold drip drops from the rooftops,
    and I feel a dark dense feeling below,
    With robbers and cops and insecure spots,

    I shatter my window with my bare fists,
    and I jump down on the broken glass,
    The wind is blowing and the rain feels like mist,
    I gotta run away from these feelings that trespass,

    Trees are falling down,
    and wind in my hears make a loud sound,
    I'm running for my life with cut hands
    My blood's pumping and here I am,

    I'm a confused freak with frozen cheeks,
    and I'm so ******** angry I'm on the peak,
    It's not revenge but relief that I seek,
    and my feelings aren't align but just oblique.

    I think I've had too much to drink.