I can't. I can't think of what to write I can't think of what to say I can't think I can't STOP thinking I can't see past it
By Shyanne Carlson6 years ago in Poets
She could feel it all leaving her. Could feel every bit of it escaping her body Or maybe it was coming back No, it was definitely leaving her
I think hell is finally froze over, Because i think i've lost it. Every bit of my Sanity. Every ounce of possible redemption.
Sweet serenity worth smoking souls No one really remembers How could we anyway? Rock is dead Creaking chairs squeak against old floors