The beginning I wanted to end
Many times I've tried to start afreshTo leave behind what troubled me
But like skeletons in the closet it all keeps coming back
Like wounds that dig deep into the flesh
Like scars scattered all around me
I'm always afraid of when the memories will attack
Too many times have I tried
And I grow weary of such efforts
My body starts tumbling tired without strentgth to carry on
Now what it dictates I must abide
Or I risk losing control of everything
I've been pushing it to the limit for far too long
The time is coming I feel
To raise on my weakened legs and bruised feet
There will come the moment to solve this impass
Its inevitability is ever so real
With many doubts of what fate I'll meet
Where will be the future? Where will be the past?
Repetitivo eu sei...
posted by Palroni @ 1:48 da manhã
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