I find it hard to keep my head on the level
Keep thinking,
waiting for the second I lose my mental
Missing some thoughts about you
Memory got shot, a drive-by from what the last guy put me through
And some of the blood left a few stains
Bruises and scars but it ain't the same thang
The marks everyone else can see ain't nothing compared to the rips and tears deep inside of me
The stains on my soul turning what used to make me whole
into something ***** and cold
No amounts of bleach or scrubbing can make me forget
Nothing can help me escape from
the laundry list of regrets
It beats me up inside,
causes more, new and fresh bruises
with every nightmare
And no matter how many dreams I have between,
I can't seem to get there
To that place of no longer looking back,
of thinking about the past
Cause some trauma tends to define
what your happiness lacks
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
I find it hard to keep my head on the level
Keep thinking,
waiting for the second I lose my mental
Missing some thoughts about you
Memory got shot, a drive-by from what the last guy put me through
And some of the blood left a few stains
Bruises and scars but it ain't the same thang
The marks everyone else can see ain't nothing compared to the rips and tears deep inside of me
The stains on my soul turning what used to make me whole
into something ***** and cold
No amounts of bleach or scrubbing can make me forget
Nothing can help me escape from
the laundry list of regrets
It beats me up inside,
causes more, new and fresh bruises
with every nightmare
And no matter how many dreams I have between,
I can't seem to get there
To that place of no longer looking back,
of thinking about the past
Cause some trauma tends to define
what your happiness lacks
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