• Pressing, pressing, pressing
    Pressing on my ears
    As time and sound collide together
    And pull the string of fear

    Haunting, haunting, haunting
    Like ghosts you cannot see
    Filling the mind with lonesome thoughts
    That destroy internally

    Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow...
    Weighs in a heavy heart
    Where dreams and desires
    Thin to just a whisper, and soon are forgot

    It is in difficult times like these
    You need a little bravery.