my back against the floor boards i feel a cold breeze the wind blows through the window moving through the curtains like you move through me sketching my portrait into the walls on that summer s eve the sky is quiet i meet your eyes clench my fists swallow my pride reach out a hand only to receive a diagram carefully tracing 24 years taken out of me every body leaves everything dies all i fucking do is cry the air is still the night is dead i dismantle myself to put you back together you can t expect to stay dry in this type of weather i open the window and turn to the road all i see is ashes bloodshed and bones i m only holding on because i refuse to let go all i have is myself and i m in the worst company help me forget me help me help me