I...
...Might be getting tired of this:
Endless game of scares.
I'm through,
I'm coming to an end,
Real soon.
But life still haunts my dreams,
See you...
Not knowing Death
You've never stared it
In the eyes.
Stopped asking why
Is it always the past
That comes to haunt my life?
Guess this is where I am.
I guess this is my curse;
Oh dear
And it can get much worse,
The fear...
...I'm stuck in here...
Nightmares,
Out of my control,
My regrets
Leave me feeling empty and cold,
What they want is what I fear,
I just want to get away from it all.
Here's the call to drag me away,
My rise could be my fall...
...I've got to get free...
...This really isn't me...
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
I...
...Might be getting tired of this:
Endless game of scares.
I'm through,
I'm coming to an end,
Real soon.
But life still haunts my dreams,
See you...
Not knowing Death
You've never stared it
In the eyes.
Stopped asking why
Is it always the past
That comes to haunt my life?
Guess this is where I am.
I guess this is my curse;
Oh dear
And it can get much worse,
The fear...
...I'm stuck in here...
Nightmares,
Out of my control,
My regrets
Leave me feeling empty and cold,
What they want is what I fear,
I just want to get away from it all.
Here's the call to drag me away,
My rise could be my fall...
...I've got to get free...
...This really isn't me...
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