I know you won’t be around,
When the one tear hits the ground,
I fought so hard and fell so fast,
I forgot how to be me of the past,
please forgive me for crying,
It just feels like I’m dying,
Eaten by all my regrets, mistakes,
Forever now, my heart will ache,
For the true home I had loved,
Now I return to where I was shoved,
An empty space on the shelf… I burnt it all to the ground even before the final step happened. Now I just want to die for what I’ve done. No death will come. Alcohol and Hookah? may take them up. Just wish we could’ve solved things instead of playing the blame game.