Old scars still hurt like a fresh wound.
Forever must have been different to me and you.
Flashbacks like whiplash of your face inside my head.
And all the times you said you loved me burn to ashes in the end.
Like a moth, drawn to an open flame;
I needed your heart throwing me like a hurricane.
I find solitude in the thought of death, I want to lay my memories to rest. Because what's next to come is such a mystery, I tear out my stitches to keep the pain going.
I've grown accustom to the tightness in my ribcage.
We're slaves to a substance; a substance named truth.
You held my heart inside your hands. Safe and protected in your palms, slip up once; **** it's gone.
Love is such a funny thing because once it starts to fade, there's no stopping it from going.
Once it's gone, it's gone; it doesn't come back.
You're like a stranger now and it's so strange to think how once you held me in your arms so close to your heart and I heard it beat. It screamed my name, trapped inside your chest.
We fell pure like snow but we landed and became ***** and corrupt by our surroundings.
Our scars like dirt, changes our color.