Hidden away behind lock and key i keep my lock latched tight. solid oak and a deadbolt between me and the night. i know theyre out there waiting for me
the point in holding on to fading memories when they just rot away with time and sour with the years? Time crushes us and nothing gold can stay, whether it
are blinking out one by one. I don't know just what I'm looking for or what I'm running from, but I gotta go
radio is an old friend, a comrade in this monastic life as I live like a hermit inside my own head. Darkness brings me peace. Silence comforts me. Alone
harder on the both of us, just let me go. I have to live my life. I have to live. But tonight I'm watching the clouds roll in. It's going to rain.
that place. No matter how you try you can't see through the pain. It's not a glamorous place, it's a scary place. And it forces the question: "Do I have what it
truth of my past so I just push it all away. So I'll be sitting right here with my head in my hands. Once again those memories are washing over me. Feeling alone
things is the way it is, don't expect convention to give a single inch. You will have to scratch an claw just to make the slightest mark, let alone a
myself got left behind. I don't want to look at my reflection and not recognize the person staring back at me. But I'm getting scared because with each day gone it
How does it feel when thoughts of me come to mind? Or is that just another part of your life that you left behind? Bridges burned and now you can't return
unfold underneath the neon lights A sad parade of lost souls scraping through their tragic lives and I'm feeling like a spectator watching it go by.
I can't accept that this is all we want from life. Content to watch our youth decay, a slow march to a grave. We give up our desires, trade them in for
Can I retrace my steps? Walk backwards through the years to the one I used to be? Blow the dust from the antiquated memories? I can't see clearly through
it all before a million times. Excuses run so thin, they make me sick. My ears are deaf to you, so you can save your breath. When it's all said and done
reason to forgive. I'm letting go and now I'm using both free hands to bury this, to lay our past to rest. I'm sorry, I've given up on you. I want it
of a bottle. And I know what it's like because I've felt it, too. That empty feeling can be enough to make you break. I know it's scary to face the truth
was left behind. A space so empty, so deviod of hope that there are certain things you turn to to help you cope. A barren wasteland of lies where it
watched the sickness bleed you dry. Addicted to an image thats eating you away from the inside out. And I know that mirror screamed at you until it was