Can you hear the cry
of my inner self sentenced to die?
I'm shouting your name
I'm was glad you came
Save me from my own hell
It's taking me, can't you tell!
I can't keep doing this
I can no longer swing my fist
I feel weak
a constant losing streak
I need to see you darling
Your love so startling
But you have walked away
Leaving with no words to say
I think it's time to take
The demons hand, and never awake
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
Can you hear the cry
of my inner self sentenced to die?
I'm shouting your name
I'm was glad you came
Save me from my own hell
It's taking me, can't you tell!
I can't keep doing this
I can no longer swing my fist
I feel weak
a constant losing streak
I need to see you darling
Your love so startling
But you have walked away
Leaving with no words to say
I think it's time to take
The demons hand, and never awake
This was real. Someone special left me without a reason, and I learned to except much of the negativity in my life. In turn, making me feel "dead" par-say.
