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