I tripped, I stumbled,
Over a rock on the shore
I fell into a troubled sea;
I could get up no more.
Frozen in time,
Erasing memories of what’s not mine.
My bleeding heart
Gets tired of your part,
In every little story of my life.
How I wish the sea would wash me away,
Make my troubles its own.
Selfish thoughts enter my mind,
But my sorrows you haven’t seen; much less borne.