"Two am and I'm still awake writing a song. If I get it all down paper, its no longer inside of me threatening the life it belongs to."
what happened?
where am I?
Holding my head is getting heavy.
Holding my heart is getting messy.
Holding it together is falling apart.
Two am.
Breathe.
Don't let go.
Breathe.
Just breathe.
Don't Let Go.
