11 May 2007
buried in your breathe, the evidence of all you used to be. you linger on your lies, sucking on poison you think you need.
you don’t get it, no you never get it
the ghost on your shoulders,
the blood stains you can’t ever seem to wash off. Over and over, you succumb to your past, the curses you call home.
riddled with remorse, life despite the dawn is looking dim. buckled by the weight of all the crap that you’re still carrying. you can taste it, you can waste it, oh don’t.
you don’t get it, no you never get it
the ghost on your shoulders,
the blood stains you can’t ever seem to wash off. Over and over, you succumb to your past, the curses you call home.
riddled with remorse, life despite the dawn is looking dim. buckled by the weight of all the crap that you’re still carrying. you can taste it, you can waste it, oh don’t.
