Apathetic Tongues

On this trail of a thousand missteps, we carry the weight of neglect

And even through self-mutilation, I still haven't found salvation

Melancholy was the hammer, and wanderlust the nails

They built this coffin,where I can rest on my own

I am sick of seeking comfort in my grief

I am tired of seeking horizons I can't see

Let me rest here on my own, for there is no place where I belong

Maybe the depths will appreciate what I am worth