Phases - Wish You Were Here
1. To whom it may concern - I'm on the verge of collapsing All of my misfortunes laid out in front of me It feels like my foundation has been crumbling I'm slowly suffocating, Buried beneath All these songs I've been writing about the same old shit They end up trapped in notebooks, Suicide notes that are novels thick But they aren't cries for help, i haven't been sawing away at tired wrists I'm merely expressing my discontent for everything, born into world where i shouldn't exist This isn't my how a man should live Obsessed and content with his own death Struggling with thoughts of selfishness Fantasies of stepping in front of trains and dying in my sleep Spending my spare time writing my eulogy Every single line is so bittersweet all the words come oh so effortlessly. Cursed with the gift of writing words that come true But i couldnt pen a word of hope cause id be lying to myself and you Stuck to this paper is only devastatiing tru...