Sifting through the remnants Dragging through the memories Only makes it harder A dependence forged, enveloping All that holds a purpose in your mind It's killing you slowly, you're wasting time
(a sickness depicted)
What did he do to earn a place inside this hell your home Forced into a grave he dug on his own He's better off with out you x2
Its the ones you hold the closest that seem to hurt you most
You walk a road lined with shards of glass Digging in your soles, staining the beaten path Where clouds of smoke are swallowing your tracks You dragged him in knowing there's no way back
And if this matters as much as you say this does Sometimes that means losing those you used as a crutch Do this for yourself, loosen the hand you clutch You watched it growing weak and bruise to your touch
He put his life in your hands x3
A sickness depicted In a manner so vivid Stubborn, persistent An addiction so vivid
And if this matters as much as you say this does Sometimes that means losing those you used as a crutch Do this for yourself, loosen the hand you clutch You watched it growing weak and bruise to your touch