True pain is a collective of thoughts
That you cannot forget
With that the lack of motivation to better yourself
Is heavy like an anchor your sink to the bottom
Only there you can find true happiness
Don't get me wrong it's years of being down there 
The melancholy had a invulnerable hold to my trepid body
Pruned and brittle to the thoughts to my head
Only to remind myself that I was doing this for her
An oath to love no matter how bad it got I would love her
So I'll wait in the bottom of this burning tar pit
Welcoming her hands to free me one day