The days pass by somehow,
but nights now are 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 have made a huge heap.
The Past Is Flashing Its 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 giving it a voice,
that I still want you in my life.
