Every piece of the person I am becoming is in part due to the people I have met along the way. Sometimes I don’t want to keep going, but I guess I have to.
Every piece of the person I am becoming is in part due to the people I have met along the way. Sometimes I don’t want to keep going, but I guess I have to.
Maybe if I could rewind time and see how different things could be,
Another day wasted, laying in bed
Buried alive inside my own head
Fingers worn to the bone, digging deeper to be free.
But the view from rock bottom is the only thing I can see.
Maybe if I could rewind time and see how different things could be,
Another day wasted, laying in bed
Buried alive inside my own head
Fingers worn to the bone, digging deeper to be free.
But the view from rock bottom is the only thing I can see.