Drowning by numbers
and painting with lies
living with secrets
and fighting the tides

I have never been regretful
except for every single day
I have never been an extrovert
because its the only way

racing with hysteria
and relapsing to ink
loving the void
just waiting to sink

I have never been indecent
except for every single day
I have never been forgiving
because its the only way

feeling the loss
but hating its weight
screaming reflections
its never too late

I have always been surviving
except for every single day
I have always been an introvert
because its the only way