31 January 2013
I couldn't bring myself to say what I should have
My voice chocked up when I got the chance
Words lingered in my throat, stabbed
When on my tongue they should have danced
So now I lay with regret
We've become quite the friends
And so I puff on my cigarette
Waiting for my troubles to end
Behind my eyes, lives the rain
So I let it pour
Grown more and more insane
All the way down to my core
Sorry Mom • Opuss № I