I see it clearly. Are you listening? I'm screaming out loud in hopes that you can hear me. I'm giving up on everything. I won't amount to anything. I see it clearly. Are you listening? I'm reaching out now in fear you're disappearing. I'm giving up on everything. I'm running out of lies from which my life is built upon. This is the nature of divorce. And I know that I'm not alone but every hand feels so cold. And I'm the first to say “Leave the past in the past”. But I'm the first to feel like the past is all I have. Tossing and turning in my sleep. This is the furthest from a dream. Open your eyes. The sun doesn't rise.