the house is populated with so many ghostly figures
round every corner is a new potential trigger
she tries her hardest but the odds are stacked against her
i do my best, i try my hardest to defend her
in every detail is a new trauamtic memory
behind every door is another ancient enemy
she doesn't want me touching her, we sleep in separate beds
i'm running out of patience while she's running out of meds
that's when she locks the bathroom door
as she collapses on the floor
don't wanna live like this anymore
as she collapses on the floor
i've locked away the razors and i've hidden all the knives
she's hissing like a cornered cat that's running out of lives
her family won't help her and her doctor doesn't care
and i don't have the answers so i try to just be there
no-one visits anymore, our friends don't understand
this isn't who we really are, it's not the life we planned
recovering from trauma should not be what life's about
but the fear just keeps on building up and the hope is running out
that's when she locks the bathroom door
as she collapses on the floor
don't wanna live like this anymore
as she collapses on the floor