Alone again
The only echo I hear
is my own voice
Stuck with the thoughts
Just cut my wrist
we cut our hopes
Smoking brown
as I begin to crumble
Expand it even more
with those glistening minds of yours
I see the stars
almost every day
They hurt. They’re stuck
Your words have never been this sharp
Confused, I was and I’ve been
but keep following your footprint
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
Alone again
The only echo I hear
is my own voice
Stuck with the thoughts
Just cut my wrist
we cut our hopes
Smoking brown
as I begin to crumble
Expand it even more
with those glistening minds of yours
I see the stars
almost every day
They hurt. They’re stuck
Your words have never been this sharp
Confused, I was and I’ve been
but keep following your footprint
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