Dry well

So let me share my story about this dry well
Drained for all who passes by
But Wet for me as hell

I'm sleeping in a well of tears
She cuts the climbing rope
I try to swim in fears
And float like cork on top

This is the well that she creates to hide some more
Memories that fade as I grow old.
Yeah Like a fortune teller
She knows it all
Seems like demons knocking my back-door

Trapped if I take decisions
Trapped if I ask for help
And even if I know the reasons
Trapped in her fucking well

This Dry well, it knows it all