Footsteps left behind
Can be traced back to your heart...
Ideas of dying
have long been replaced, all while...
Living in hell
Nothing is well...
I returned home to motherland
where I first learned how to walk...
God, I feel so tired
I'm not even sure where I am...
I wish I had
another chance...
He'll take it day by day. Listening to you run...
She'll do it again and again simply because she...
At first it was lust
That then turned to love...
I feel awkward
at times...
Touching the ground in a strange yet familiar...
Needing to get some fresh air in my stale lungs...
I can't remember a time where you were there
to share my tears of pain or joy...
Dearest Sarah,
I am far away from you...