I fond myself in the same old place,
wondering where i'm going wrong.
You're finding answers in a world I fear,
while i'm finding out i'm not that strong.
You come back in like a hot wind,
burning but it feels so goddamn good.
And then the ice starts creeping out from inside,
just like I always knew it would.
You break apart my disposition,
chipping away at all i've built.
I put myself in this position...
So how do I not feel this guilt?
~J.A.D
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