2:38pm The words leave his lips 'Its not curable' 'It's not what we think it is' The white noise rings in my ears Explaining so much The Fragility of self since the start Exhaustion clinging at my frame Like a piece of glass wrapped in paper No support for myself Overwhelming self doubt To let you go and let you fly away Contract signed with sin And my feet overlapping With this white noise inside my head Stare locked with soil Cut the cord and bury the hatchet Allow the waves to quell I loved you but I couldnt express You had to leave i understand Was it selfish, who knows? (Who knows) This disease still lingers It never becomes easy Spikes and nails under bone Movement becoming a limbo Artwork hangs to halt the tears A beige is on these walls From a time begotten of myself A wound that never heals The smell of chlorine A dull odur Penetrates my senses My eyes have started to roll 'Next patient please' A sigh within their voice Let me die in this fucking waiting room (bass d