I have got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor. Reminds me of the time s we shared. Makes me wish that you were here. Now it seems I have forgotten my purpose in this life. All the songs have been erased. Guess I have learned from my mistakes.
Open the past and present. Now and we are there. Story to tell and Imlistening. Open the past and present. And the future too. Its all I have got and Imgiving it up to you.
Loose ends tied in knots. Leaving a lump down in my throat. Gagging on a souvenir. Lodged to fi will another year. Drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds. Leaving myself wide open. Living out a sacrifice.
If you got no one and I have got no place to go, would it be alright? Could it be alright? |