All the sleepless nights left screaming
A lack of hope, purpose, just endless consequence
The memories leaking out, is there any doubt
Is it still the sin or just delinquence?
It's a love ripe with decay
Putrescent dreams, the things we say
Entangled with threads I never wanted to shape
Here in a gilded prison, there is no escape
My friend don't you see me?
Here, barely breathing.
Help me, help me I'm screaming
Tearing at my wounds, pleading
Is it not good enough?
Can it not be enough?
Are we just giving up?
I wonder should it all be reversed
Would all the words just be perverse
Are they'll scars any better
Or are they just getting worse?