When the tide runs high,
I can’t keep looking on down.
When the tide runs high,
I try and hold on to any form of sound.

I’ve felt affection more than once,
But only my heart’s shard glowed.
I’ve been at the bottom of a mug for months,
The mask I wear doesn’t want anyone to know.

It’s hurts every time I see you with her,
I distance myself but each time returns the burden.
I swear on your life my words will never slur,
I hope she makes you happy now and then.

When the tide runs high,
I can’t keep looking on down.
When the tide runs high,
I try and hold on to any form of sound.

Envy in my bones is fictional truly,
I could...