Constructing my world with clouded imagination.
I have created my own ghost.
Fall and hit the floor. Feel the pain and take in some more. Youll never know what its like to be like me.
All these jaded roads that I will walk alone, all these faded memories of the ones I no longer know.
80 more years, today I still cant find myself. And all I have is emptiness for you.
Tell me the reason for your actions, why must you always tear me down? Constant battles bring a wave of depression, I am a broken man in an endless struggle.
When will this end?
Fall back and hit the floor. Feel the pain and take in some more. Never know what its like to be like me.
Tell me the reason for your actions, why must you always tear me down. Constant battles bring a wave of depression, I am a broken man in an endless struggle.
When will this end?
