the night seems draw out,
into the dawn,
the butterfly
flutter in my stomach
turns into a hurricane
in my heart

all my flaws are
bringing the dogs
barking at my gates
and its so easy
to let my feeling
be filled with this hate
so this time
i wont find
the patience to hesitate,

then i look back
at the time that i have fell
and all those nights that
i slept away a wasted potential
the hangman is laughing
in the door way
and my demons
are taking the bets
on which way
my body will sway

so dont come knocking
on my door,
after i built up these walls
you dont have to watch me
take the fall