My Building...

I know you aren't ready to live or to die
Under your skin, that soft skin is a dream
That can see a sight, enough to hide light
Without having to know what is seen
Is this a low, a lonely time, a bleak scene
Where people walk around at night time
Screaming inside out loud, vocals in mute
Hurting becomes average through the day
The weight is tied to the soul with a way
Of simply completely failing to let go