answer me.

What happens when you wake up in the morning, & begin to live as if all you've lost is still there?

When there's an entrance to your past, just in the corner of the closet?

Not even the sound of a piano can soothe me. I hear it, & it's hurting me.

My eyes are droopy, but I'm scared to sleep, only to dream of fixing my regrets.

I'm drowning, I sware.

I've never been more sorry,
I'm sorry.

It's meaningless.