01-28-2017, 02:35 PM
Push them back
I'm seeing red
Lock them deep inside my head
Memories of the dead
All the things I never said
Every day seems force fed
Can't raise this corpse from its deph
Of what was me, there is nothing left
Except a stain composed of regret.
I'm seeing red
Lock them deep inside my head
Memories of the dead
All the things I never said
Every day seems force fed
Can't raise this corpse from its deph
Of what was me, there is nothing left
Except a stain composed of regret.