CRAWLING

Who talks to me
When the silence gets deep
I hear the fire burning from
Across the street


This cold old hands once
Hold your letter since then
The migraines got stronger
As I started crawling


Everything keeps turning
Around me
I can not find balance
I feel so damaged


The wood floor seems closer
I'm falling of the bed
And I can not hold the sheets once touched you
What�s the point of trying
If I have nothing to stand for.