All that's left of me,
Is a broken memory.
A thought that's always trying to flee,
A flower without its honey bee.
Fleeing from the unknown,
Not sure what to call home.
Feeling shivers through my bone,
My fate is set in stone.
With no help from above,
I'm always failing at love.
I can't handle these demons,
I'm always silently screaming.
I'm scared to fall asleep,
Because the knife cuts deep.
I can't stop trying,
Even when I feel like dying.
