Im an abandoned house with rotting walls
You are the ghost who roams these vacant halls...
We all know ghosts can't return from the dead,
you take the form of rolling fog instead.
Always hidden away where you can't be seen.
So then tell me, where the **** were you when my walls were caving in?
Instead of saving me, you gave in to addiction.
Each line snorted caused a violent shake in my chest
Every new track mark was matched with a cut to my wrist.
You could have, should have saved me.
But ******* is a hell of a drug;
****** steals a mother's love.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
Im an abandoned house with rotting walls
You are the ghost who roams these vacant halls...
We all know ghosts can't return from the dead,
you take the form of rolling fog instead.
Always hidden away where you can't be seen.
So then tell me, where the **** were you when my walls were caving in?
Instead of saving me, you gave in to addiction.
Each line snorted caused a violent shake in my chest
Every new track mark was matched with a cut to my wrist.
You could have, should have saved me.
But ******* is a hell of a drug;
****** steals a mother's love.
