I don't show how I truly feel,
Mistakes that I've made,
Need time to heal.
My heart hurts from backing down from my fears,
And my eyes hurt becuz they're drowning in tears.
Me, Me, I'm always to blame,
Why doesn't God answer when I call out his name?
Nights go by, and I wonder "Should I do it?"
Put a knife to my skin and slit right through it?
I'll pour out more than blood turned pale,
I'll pour out the crimson regret and betrayal.
There's no more hugs,
There's no more kisses,
Just the past full of memories,
That everyone misses. |
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