Trapped in your own thoughts again,

Endlessly numbing your brain.

Holding onto things that aren’t there,

You’re dying dad I can tell by your stare.

You’re haunting the halls of this house, but you never seem to open your mouth.

You’re holding onto the effigies and all your chemical dependencies.

Try to make sense of all of these feelings,

Forcing the process faking I’m healing.

Thinking of the times,

We used to feel ourselves entwine.

Now you're never around,

Like being dead and trying to hear the sound.

I fear I'm falling I can't get back,

I have gone astray and I can't find the path.