I can only write when I'm alone beside these empty walls.
I try to see what I want my soul to grow.
I cry myself to sleep with sins that won't leave my mind.
I wish the darkness would turn to light.
I grew up in a place where wrongs will never turn right.
I loved a shadow with a poisonous stare and a careless mind.
Rude but great, passionate but dead.
It's like a warm winters night with swords in my head.
My lungs being shattered with the devils back bone.
I try to reach the sun, but I can never go home.
