Unfurnished

The TV’s broke
Her cheeks are soaked
The drink is empty
And now he is everything she hates
Her lowest day
It’s all the same It’s all the same
This house is drowning in inevitable silence
And it’s always been on In another born sick love
Never made her question
right or wrong
In a see of failure he’s numb
Upstairs disgust
Small words cut through what once
was their trust
And then he gots everything he wants
Silent treatement
She’s out of breath
There’s no one left around
He will have regret when there is nothing left to say
And it’s alway been on In another born sick love
Never made him question
right or wrong
In a see of failure he’s numb
It’s already killed me That’s aleready killed me It’s already been there
That’s nothing new
I overdosed
I dug an hole
I buried them and died with you
In a sea of failure and I am numb