You say to me that life is a breeze,
but mine has turned to a storm.
You say for me to take a break,
but this break has torn my arm.
You say for me to stop and chill,
but bodies do that in the ground.
You say that I should stop being stressed,
but I can't 'til I'm under a mound.
You say that you will never leave,
but my heart's still filled with dread.
You say all of these things to me,
but what have you truly said?
