To feel it coming,
The throat choking feeling and its painful lumps
From the aching heart that shuttered your mood to the fear that after kicks in
It's useless fighting it off,
Swallowing it and clearing your sight
Knowing it's going to win and you'll eventually let go
You'll end up giving in as always, but that's not the point.
The point is that you always fight back
And it doesn't help that peace after it it's breath prolonging
But you still fight it,
For not fighting is like not running away from a storm just because at its passing there's clearer skies and the beautiful sun
But there's also a dirt to clean up