In Dying Arms
This Is Retaliation
I am the son of grief, when I've come to far to leave, even those tears were proud of me. This is too much for me, when i have come too far to leave,everybody will see. I am the son of grief that you've buried me in. I was made to overcome, the things that you couldn't do alone. Mother hold me, i was just left with this. This life, No love. And when your hands slip from the sweat of guilt, i won't be there to hold your hand. bitch. I will never be, just another disgrace of a memory.
From Letras Mania