Looking back
I wonder why I cried.
My life was good
Not like it is now
You can see
The marks in which I rolled
(In which I rolled, In which I rolled!)
Looking back
I wonder why I rolled.
The marks it left could not come off
"I am fine, yes I am fine. We're all fine, in this house."
But that was not so true, no.
"I'm not fine, I'm not fine. Dear Sir/Madam, I was never fine!"
I rolled and rolled, rolled and rolled, rolled and rolled until I couldn't anymore.
Are you done yet?
No, I'm not done yet.
The horizon looks so bleak and dreary
So I stop my breath now.
Don't cry.
It looked like my steps, had stopped where I was
Beyond the colour I couldn't reach
Those abstract thoughts I could never form into words
I watch it roll some more, I watch it roll again.
"I am fine." The words sound casual
But in real life it's boiling inside
What should I do?
Where should I go?
No matter the problem, no matter the place!
I am tempted to roll, again.
"I am fine, yes I am fine. We're all fine, in this house."
I rolled and rolled, rolled and rolled, rolled and rolled until I couldn't anymore.
Are you done yet?
Just a bit more!
I cannot describe the pain in my eyes
So I stop my breath for now.
For now.
"I'm not fine, I'm not fine. Dear Sir/Madam, I was never fine!"
And I cry, as I walk
For the colour I could reach vanished again.
Are you done yet?
That's enough. You must be numb from all your pain.
So don't you dare stop breathing.
Right now.
