Untitled by Five Fingers

Sep 2014

Untitled

I wish it were my fault

then maybe i'd have something to change

I wish it were my fault

then maybe i could have something to repent for

I wish it were my fault

then maybe i could feel anything but this stinking sense of
uselessness

I wish it were my fault

Because right now things have fallen through my fingers
and i cant stop it
and i cant breathe
and i cant stop it
and i am lost
and i just cant ******* stop it

and i am not okay

That's the thing about being the victim.
no faults, no guilt, no sin, no nothing. But that also means no ******* control. and it kills me so much and eats at my soul.

#love #pain #lost #hurt #stop #control #regrets #victim

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Five Fingers Singapore

(Singapore)

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