The Current

Washed away by the flood
Carried by a current of catastrophe
We will never know why
Tragedy finds who it finds

I feel the pressure
Smothered by unanswered questions
Avert your gaze but the image remains
You have answers but you don’t say anything

I close my eyes
I still see the nightmare
Another waiting room
The doctor's eyes fall to the floor

It’s hard to discard my apathy
I tried caring and it didn’t do shit for me
Things are what they are
It’s up to you to decide
Will you break down? Or will you break through?

Resigned to my fate
One way or the other
We find our way to tragedy

Will you break down? Or will you break through?
So tell me? Will you breakdown or will you breakthrough?