Simon D.
The notes I won't play
Stains on the neck from when we criedThose bloody tearsEach note I wouldn't playCompounded another one of your fearsBlood on the stringsI can't bring myself to change themIt shows that once I felt somethingI dreamed that you weren't really goneBut hiding in our loftTurns out there were some things I might have saidIf we'd had the timeDeath on my mindI cut my fingerI cut my-It fucking hurtsNow I only speak to youThrough written verseHow I wish this would changeHave our past and present erasedHave you never leave me aloneHave my darkness seep into your soul
From Letras Mania