You call this a gift?
I call it a curse.
Turning all my thoughts into words
I don't qualify for love
Cuz I'll never be good enough

You think Say Goodbye wrote itself 

Nah I pulled that story off my dusty shelf

That's where all the skeletons and demons lie

The ones that taunt me deep inside 

this is just a glimpse into my tormented mind

Don't like tapping into my darker side

All the things that I've applied to life

Is to try and fill a hole inside

One that hungers for more

Then I can give 

Watch your soul; you could be next.

The soul to fill the hole in my chest 

And all the darkness that lies dormant inside

Ignites a fire in my eyes

So tired of hiding all these lies

But I've got no senses I can hardly cry.

Maybe I should try one last time

To shed a tear and clear my conscience

To set free all the skeletons in my closet 

To set free all the spirits in my mind

I should try that one last time

even if costs me my life.

©2017 Written By Benji James