Night and day, go or stay?
seems another week has passed
A shot, a drink, a needle in her veins
seems another month she lasts
Never ceasing, to try her best
everything stays the same
The shot, the drink, the pain of love itself
outweighs the amount of time her little heart had sustained
Her son, the picture of the key
unlocking the door to her soul
The small hand that holds her back, while she travels down the dead end road
still she holds, still she keeps, still she tries, for me.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
Night and day, go or stay?
seems another week has passed
A shot, a drink, a needle in her veins
seems another month she lasts
Never ceasing, to try her best
everything stays the same
The shot, the drink, the pain of love itself
outweighs the amount of time her little heart had sustained
Her son, the picture of the key
unlocking the door to her soul
The small hand that holds her back, while she travels down the dead end road
still she holds, still she keeps, still she tries, for me.