Its 2 am and Im still awake
feeling for the billionth time my heart break
lost in a shell of my own sadness.
feeling the fear of my own madness.
Im dead and cold, burning in my self made hell
Looking up at the ledge from which I fell.
It rains regret, remorse and hate.
Im sorry comes too late.
Forget the life that was, forget the life that would have been.
Im weighted down by both our sin.
a walking dead in real life
crying forever, Im still your wife.
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