Concrete gravestones are shackles upon my soul
I’m trapped in this endless loop with nowhere to go
My best friends are gone, no longer alive
They're never coming back no matter how much I cry
These fresh wounds still attempt to scab
But rupture with my nightmares had
These guilty thoughts only help me regress
Feeling myself crumble under this bitterness
Two tear-stained notes goodbye framed on the wall
Praying someday they might make me whole
Shattered red scraps of bumper contrast the wood grain
Reminding me that I have to shoulder the blame
