I wear my wounds burning bright in sundown red
Bright as the blank page that I am
Screaming letters every night that I'm asleep
Countless curses on my self
Written by my hate of being me
In the wake of hopeless battles
I keep myself at bay
Fought with broken hands
There is Not much left of me
Half lit faces and light hearted hopes
In these depths I'm laying low
If it means to find my place
I'll Never come of age
I'm holding onto anything
That seems to bring me ease
I can't bear my own fate
If I'm sinking in the pain I crave
Ever growing
Never ending
Ever changing
My cracks
Always finding hidden trails to rip me apart.
credits
from Failures,
track released September 20, 2013
Written by Ropes.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Nicolai Retzlaff at NR Recordings
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