It could never happen to me
My life was never ridden with tragedy
Never a broken bone or allergies

As far as I’m concerned
Next door’s as close as it’ll ever be

Where the coffee spills the curtains fall
And spiders cling fast to the wall

But now my broken door was never so clear before
The carpet stains and pulsing veins
It’s just not the same

Can’t rely on an untainted life
Devoid of strife
That kept me thinking
‘Does my hair look alright?’

But it feels real when her meal has a plastic seal
And the drain to her vein drives me insane

So I hold on tight
Keep my gaze to the sky
Why I can’t look her tears in the eye?

Because I don’t want to remember what it feels like
To cry