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I don't know how or when
When did it begin
When will this pain end
As my heart begins to bend
On the verge of breaking
The toll it's taking
I hold on tight
Do what's right
But I feel it slipping
Stumbling and tripping
I shake without control
As I pay the toll
The toll of blood
Tires spinning in the mud
I'm getting nowhere
I'm looking for somewhere
But I'll never make it
I can't smile so I fake it
Back to my old ways
Just like the old days

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