atlantic

this is not who i am

i'm still hiding

i'm waiting in my own reflection

hands shaking with anxiety

heart beating out of time

only i can hear my breath at night

this is not who i was hoping to become

this shell of a man

this dark exterior given to

stormy moods and quiet

lonely tears

this is not who i was hoping to become

this shell of a man

this dark exterior. only i can hear my breath at night

this is not who i was hoping to become

this shell of a man

this dark exterior given to

stormy moods and quiet

lonely tears

steal this night from me

take it and make it your own

these are not the nights i wish for

these nights are cold and unrelenting

these nights are depressing

these nights bring knives

so as they can carve themselves into my memory

leave me here alone

kill the breeze on your way out

and let me ferment in my own self-pity

let me ferment

let me ferment in my own self-pity

these are not the nights i wish for

these nights are cold and unrelenting

these nights are depressing

these nights bring knives

these nights bring knives

leave me here alone. leave me here alone. kill the breeze on your way out

and let me ferment in my own self-pity