My boots are full of mud
My hands covered in blood
I can't stop them from coming
Can't stop myself from Running
There's screaming behind me
A gun right beside me
I pull it up too my head
Dont play with guns
You said
~
Theres more too me
Than just my face
Theres more too dreams
Then just too chase
If you were Insane,
You'd get me
I swear
If you were depressed,
Id think you would care
~
This is why I dont sleep
Breathless
Thoughtless
Thoughts
Breaking my silence
Don't turn into violence
Biting my tongue
~
my bedroom walls are my only friends
am I alone
well that depends
are the voices home
my souls turned into stone
~
