And as the fear became stronger, and so the distances grew longer, desperation pressing my brains and self-compassion wasted somewhere...
And so my days pass slow and painful, but now there's no "sooner or later", cause there's no gold at the end of this rainbow...
The creep inside wants to come out, while I keep holding it far, but someday it may find it's way... And I won't like it if you're there...
I know you might not understand, and maybe you don't even care... I'm sure of your good will... But you have to accept I'm ill... Just let me drown in peace...