A cold loneliness surrounds me
Doom follows and rots all I hold dear
And I've just about had enough
Of the pain and of this fear
Maybe one day I'll find my place
And maybe it will survive the poison that guards me
Or maybe everything will remain the same
Maybe I won't even get to see
I'm losing the will
Starting to yield not fight
Maybe if I just left
Everything would be aright.
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