T onight's a nightmare swept beneath the rug O nly one to see was the cold mirror to shrug X enophobia falls weak to even face me I nking my way along I believe is the only key ' C ause waking up to pukes of night before isn't really my thing ! C onnecting little red dots in my memory O ver empathy isn't always the way to let go N o not the end of the world but to set free N ow just a lazy excuse to feel a bit low E nough said are the voices screaming C ursing in my head like any other day T oughening up the familiar fake smiling I nking my way again is what keeps it at bay O n the way to something more precious N ever in a million years would make another fuss. Also Check out: Miss Ya