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So many wrong ways, so many scars So many empty days into this world of grey I clench my hands, standing on edge, now isolated With no redemption to be found I've wasted so many words I've grown into the realm of lies I have no purpose or glorious goals To lead my soul God, tell me why I have to face This state of slow disintegration So many gestures, so many nights Trying to fight my fears, to delay misery A very last time before I die I let it go away and I just give up once again