If tears were enough to show you just what I'm feeling, these past
years I've cried enough tears to potentially burst the ceiling, off
this cursed universe that can never just bring me healing, but just
adds on to the remorse that I'm constantly concealing. How my loves
always rejected when I know it has much meaning, and the wrongs never
corrected unless I'm the one who's sinning. So as long as I'm existing
I'll never release what's in me cuz I am never accepted by the people
who I'm
giving, everything but my last breath, never took a back step, somehow
quick to back slide, and even though in pain never understood exact
why, I came back for some more, yet that never was my last try, nope
never was my last try. Like a bird taunting me reminding me I can't
fly. I believed I could, so I went and took a chance by, living out a
life where I went on out to track mine... And now... I guess that's
why...
You're gone