A surge of pain runs through my body like fire I feel absolution within each step. Carry me like the angels did When i was born For my feet they drag tons and tons of guilt. Haunted by the things ive done Haunted by the things ive done.
30 days and ill be alright, thats all i need says everyone. I cant pretend anymore. Im afraid of holding onto nothing. Im afraid.This is fear. It takes a lot of heart, to leave dead things behind. I cant pretend.