Why does it seem impossible to write anymore?
Sitting here just staring at the wall...
It’s like you’re fire in my blood
Setting aflame the moth wings in my stomach...
I cannot stem the evil tide
That rises from my lips...
A life full of pain
Of stress and strain...
A year ago
was a much different time...
Beneath my wrist there are violin strings
But their music feels lost in the past...
I've been telling stories
ever since I was a kid...
Ever just sit there, thinking you could end it all...
Not one single person would notice...
She is 20 now
She came from a broken home...
Tonight is not the night
This night is filled with fright...
I’m staring
Into the eyes...
You said you'd run along,
then you didn't...