I can’t stop blaming myself. I know, I know too very well that the only one who suffers is me. Maybe it’s just my way of punishing myself for all I have done. Is there really no way I can get closure? No one has been able to convince me otherwise anyway.
Empty spaces with shadows hit by streetlights
Warnings signs and weight of tired conversations
In the absence of a shoulder, in the abscess of a thief
On the brink of this destruction, on the eve of bittersweet
All the demons look like prophets
And I'm living out every word they speak
I cannot trust these voices
I don't have a line of prospects that can give some kind of peace
There is nothing left to cling to that can bring me sweet release
I have no fear of drowning
It's the breathing that's taking all this work
Now do you know what I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"?
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
