The attic

The attic always talks almost like it walks,

The sound echoes over and over always  getting bolder

The attic's always right, time to think twice, for when you do you feel blue 

When you feel blue you're far from new 

Far from the feeling of pain 

And even farther from the rain 

You sit there and talk 

Till the attic decides to walk 

It walks somehow but yet still stays 

The attic never leaves but always retrieves 

It may leave but shall come back 

You just can’t give it slack 

And yet there is something I always ask 

Haven’t I been through enough?

It’s been so tough 

Can we just give up? 

No 

No 

No 

We can’t give up 

I don’t care if it gets tough 

The attic always screams just let me be 

Let me think in my way 

On my time 

Without you controlling me