I have discovered another song that I wrote while cleaning out my closet.
(Don't know what its called yet.)
I try to breathe
I try to leave
The life I loved-
Nahh...the life I LOATHED
Don't try to see
what's bothering me
Its over and done with
no butterflies for me
Look at the fresh wounds
That made us bleed
I try to look away and
You try to break free
We all try to live our lives
But they tell us to be
Who we really see
In this wretched world.
*No!*
"This can't happen!" They say.
"This must be another way!"
But there's not the pain in this world
Has made us connected.
YOU ARE READING
Mourning Faye
RandomA close friend and I are starting a band called Mourning Faye. A few of my other friends and I are starting a tattoo business. Starting off fake, of course, but my friend knows a way to make them last longer. This is just to keep us updated if you w...
