all i can do is wish you well. avoid the sound of funeral bells. black warmth is on your mind again, I see it. keeping your dark shame from the world - secret, i know. embarrassment leaves a mark. cuts deep, but you hide your scars. sharp needles, razor blades. you’re longing for better days, but somberness takes a hold. tighten the noose, found your body cold. many felt the same, but it’s too late to let you know what we should have shown. it’s true, we’ve all felt the same. what makes us all feel so different? no reason to be ashamed. we have to do something different. open your mouth. you’re not to blame. we’re all the same: working to find our place, forced to fall from grace. don’t feel down from what they’re saying.