I just want to lock myself in the attic
Or maybe in the basement.
I want to cry my eyes out
Without anybody around to witness.
There’s a hole in my heart
And I want to crack it wide open.
I’m yearning to be torn apart,
Something in my core has been broken.
This emptiness consumes me whole,
Feeding void and darkness into my soul.
This is my goodbye to hope,
This is me letting go of the rope.
It was fun while it lasted,
At least, I want to believe it was.
So it wouldn’t feel like my past was wasted,
But either way, it would really make no difference.
Past, present or future,
All are of no consequence.