Days pass by somehow,
but nights are a wagon of pain.
Injuries may heal with time,
but marks will always remain.
but nights are a wagon of pain.
Injuries may heal with time,
but marks will always remain.
Restless on my comfortable bed I toss and turn and try to sleep,
but thoughts are bulking in my head and formed a huge heap.
The past is flashing it's scorching light beams,
but thoughts are bulking in my head and formed a huge heap.
The past is flashing it's scorching light beams,
tearing me apart, breaking me at the seams.
The darkness of my life is more visible in the dark,
and now i am trying to give it a voice,
trying to speak my heart...
The darkness of my life is more visible in the dark,
and now i am trying to give it a voice,
trying to speak my heart...