This Year. (unfinished)
sick and tired of saying goodbyes these dying days keep passing me by wish i could turn back the hands of time the sting of regret hits like thorns in my side i have lost everything important to me i guess it was make or break this year and ive been choking on my words and drowning in tears cause im at the point in which i will break seems like i fail no matter what choice i make, so ill sit and ill stare at these white walls til i cant see anything at all when the hands of time move so slow its hard to look in the eyes of hope so ill blind myself from what i know in order to find a way to let this go lack of sleep from all the stess they say i'm a mess from carrying caskets and burning bridges because everyone i know is fucking dead with my heart of stone im condemned to be alone this pain in my chest is beggin to be laid to rest