Luggage
Almeter White
The luggage I carry is forever making a path of destruction
I want my mind to feel like my childhood
Young sweet and forever
But it's rotting dying and falling apart
Whats the point of living if u can't be happy doing it
Why did I say these things
Why did I do these things
I pushed my blooming roses away
Due to my insecurities
Trust issues lay bare
With ones I've held so dear
Years of mental torture
I explode from bottled up words
I hid so near
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
My words can be so pretty
In my beautiful twisted mind
But you don't know how much I wanna speak
But my thoughts our killing me
But you don't understand
Do you?
