Nothing

Shaking hands writing a forgetful melody,
Whispers and silence creep around oh so steadily.
I'm not sure where to begin,
but I know I just have to reach an end.
It's taking hold of me, it won't let go of me,
dragging and pulling, kicking and screaming,
It will always get much worse,
before it can ever get better.
A little rain never hurt anyone,
yes, but a lot can kill you.

I'm worried, I'm worried that I can't out this time.
My troubles, my problems are taking alive.

Take it slow, you should know,
that the pain felt strings.
Wake up, look around,
you have to look for what you need.
It's not real, so if you feel,
then you're losing this game.

Remove the wires, take a step,
Carefully plan what comes next.
There's a flaw in being human,
Suppressing the worry till it explodes again.

I'm worried, I'm worried that I can't out this time.
My troubles, my problems are taking alive.