Somber
The air is a little thicker
Colder
Heavier
You know these days are coming
But it never makes it easier
Never makes it better
The heartache heals
But the growing comfortability almost hurts more
It's like a penitentiary of the mind
Locked up in anger and regret
And sorrow and neglect
Guilt just a predicate
Predictable ways are set
Habits of toxic destruction
Constructing the distraction
Wearing the smiling mask in face of it
Forced to take it
Take a deep breath in stride
As fear crashes into pride
Good intent and bad experience collide
Relinquished emotions self forced
You never wanted to, but it's the only way
Only option to stay af