You might think that there’s no one left who can get you out of your mess, but I will be here for you until the bitter end.
I’ll walk alone endlessly
Will I ever find my way?
Who could ever blame you for letting go?
I know it’s hard falling asleep when you have nothing to wake up to.
I feel my mother wont ever remember how proud of me she used to be.
If we could start off over again, and not make the same mistakes.
Whoever follows me will walk in darkness.
I don’t know what to do with this hate building inside of me.
Why does this anger burn inside my heart?