(a scenario based on the song my december by linkin park)
i thought i fell into pieces,
pick them up and throw away.
i thought i lost my senses
that kept my closest friend.
i thought that i would scream,
i thought that i would die
and i felt the pain of billions,
their heartbeats meeting mine.
i convicted myself to stand,
on the ground with rain of blood.
out of a sudden i understand
the sky is coloured with the anger of god.
the red teardrops are the colour of me.
the life from me slowly expiring,
the sky is all that i could see,
i found it simply inspiring.
i don't have a home anymore,
thought that i was too young
to be caught and trapped in sorrow,
to hate everything that's mine.
this time, i won't return back,
it's a long way that i have to take.
feels like for everyone i'm just a wrack
that loses every decision i make.
i used to walk alone
and i used to feel like a speck of dust.
now i'm never coming home,
there's no one i can trust.
i thought that i could lie
myself on bed at night.
i thought that i could try
to fight those demons that died.
i'm never coming home,
i feel so small yet tall.
i'll never return home
to these smells i love.
