Im laying in this lukewarm bathwater.
A passionate love gone cold.
Im watching the faucet drip, drip, drip.
When did this relationship grow old?
Im counting all of the bathroom tiles.
I have found they are all i have to count on.
Im screaming, but muted by all this water.
The pressure in my head does nothing, but pound on.
I dont need to lay in this frigid pool any longer.
But somehow i can't find strength to thrive on my own.
Im yanking on the drain to remove this asphyixiating pain,
And once again left to lay here alone.
