It's simple really...I pick up my guitar, spill my guts and soul into a song i create on acoustic guitar, I pick up my phone, record it, and post it...these son
Im done with the sadness
Im tired of tears
Im lost in the madness
Of how i got here
Im counting the seconds down
Times ticking fast
Im all out of answers hope
This doesnt last
Its not fair for you to make assumptions
Based on what your cold intentions are
You tend to act as if you
Dont feel pain which hasnt got you very far
Im cold to the touch and left
Breathless again
Choked from the rope of the noose you wrapped
Tight to my neck
This red blinds my vision with
Blood that i bled
Blood that i shed but you willingly
Left me for dead
Its not fair for you to make assumptions
Based on what your cold intentions are
You tend to act as if you
Dont feel pain which hasnt got you very far
Echos silenced by hate
Left me there broken, to dissapate
Locked up and loaded, then dedicate
Words of me spoken, quoted with hate
But ill carry on
Left with questions i won't forget
Answers i know never ill get
You dont want to make me upset
So much, too much, you will regret
Laughing at your need to make assumptions
Based on what your cold intentions are
You tend to act as if you
Dont feel pain i promise you wont get that far
