Memories consume Like opening the wound I'm picking me apart again You all assume I'm safe here in my room (unless I try to start again)
I don't know what's worth fighting for Or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate And say things that I don't mean I don't know how I got this way I know it's not alright I tightly lock the door I try to catch my breath again I hurt much more Than anytime before I have no options left anymore
I'll paint it on the walls 'Cause I'm really the one at fault I'll never fight again And this is how it ends
Ricka I · Thu Mar 08, 2007 @ 11:12pm · 1 Comments |