We’ll never know what its like to be truly alive.
Till death comes knocking at your weathered front door.
We’ll never know what we need until its always too late.
Too late to escape the feeling of a family line soaked in blood.
So sorry, I really wanted to leave good thoughts left my head.
So sorry, I lied to your face. I said I was made for the world.
The voices in my head got louder every day; they drowned out
The thoughts that kept me at bay.
They couldn’t let me go.
Its taken everything inside of me to feel a sense of victory.
Surviving the night is harder than it seems,
Darkness has consumed every ounce of me.
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