Welcome to the days of weariness where I'm feeling an echo inside my chest. I've a heart beating impatiently along waiting for the other half of it's song, it's song. No, it's not enough don't touch my hand and call it love if you can't hold it tight tonight if you're not strong enough. At times I'm told the ways can turn to light. Realizing your lack and will to fight despite words crying inconsistencies as you fall uneasily to your knees, your knees.