too dulled by the haunts of those long lost, I can't fight it, can't evade it, can't get over it, and it's pulling me down, down, down to the bottom of despair and loneliness. You don't get me, neither do I, so why try, and I'm going down, down, down to the pit of pain and misery. You saw me through the worlds and voices I sought in refuge, but the walls have crumbled around me and torn me back into reality and cast me down, down, down to where I belong. Surrounded by faces of those I'd turned my back on, no you wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand, I wouldn't let you go, I couldn't let you go, not without losing a little of myself. Yet here I am, the ache of you leaving cracks in me, the memory of you and what I haven't done scorching me with guilt, burning me, burning my soul black, tormenting me with your anger in the worlds of slumber because...because you don't understand. You don't. No one does. And I'm left here at the end, and I'm all alone. I can't fall any lower because I'm at the lowest there is, and I can't get out because I'm too weak. I'm broken, I'm broken, and you can't save me.
