So, what's the point in holding on,
if you cannot find a reason...
I think it’s funny,
that even in my dreams...
My favourite cup broke
Because of neglect...
Eroding in thoughts,
decaying of the mind...
It’s not fair to either of us.
When the problem is...
Destitute creation.
Wake burnt in memory...
Please stop holding onto this desire to destroy...
imagine your life without your parents...
I have heard people say
that drugs and money can change someone so much...
Memories are buried deep
of what we were so many years ago...
I know you heard the news of how my heart had been...
yet you never even asked if I was okay...
Watching you walk away with my heart
destroyed me more than you will ever know...
Of all the games and toys invented,
here we are playing with nothing else...