Heavy heart's a switchblade, open it to invade and engrave my memory: melancholy. Trying to shut you up sowing the seeds of doubt friend or foe I want you out. When lost you hold the reins it feels like heavy rain, as a burden you stick around, always stick around. Silence has never been with you always lurking, a constant row, never serene. Let me take my stance unless I'll give up hope or I will dance at the end of a rope. I'd rather walk with you by my side than have you hold me back. Done or to come you bring me down.