The memory of addiction is so fresh,
I can almost taste it...
I used to feel so free,
staying up all through the night...
Sometimes when I am trapped in my own thoughts,
I forget to remember what keeps me...
Each time I look at my scars,
I'm fighting thought of opening them back up...
Happiness...
they say that nothing else comes above it...
Imagine a soul
dying all alone...
It feels like every time I give my heart away,
it comes back with another broken piece...
Sometimes, I feel like life just sneaks out the...
whilst my eyes are gazing out the front door...
I am so shut off,
sometimes I don't even notice myself...
The thoughts won’t stop
They keep coming like shot...
On the way back home, I crack
my memory open to rehearse the stories...
When love takes off its make up!
The ache begins to tell...