seeing him after years of feeling free from his grip jolting up straight, holding back tears, rapid breathing why does it still hurt so much the bruises went away, why can't you
Whether it be drugs, liquor, or people You have no remorse Ripping through towns like a tornado Look at all the damage caused Some messes cannot be cleaned.
heart is shattered in millions of pieces which piece are you going to follow if you follow at all hatred filling your veins without your consent but it wouldn't be the first time
We hope for the best but life works out in funny ways struggling to live and afford to be alive is this what we all couldn't wait for to be helpless struggling down and out when are we free