Take a close look, see the scars on my heart.
Nothing's left of the man that came back to tear you apart.
I ran in circles chasing a confused memory,
recalling some thing I knew I could never be.
I've painted my life with this ink on my skin.
So even though I take pills, my past comes creeping back again.
When I close my eyes, I see faces of the one's I've hurt.
I'm haunted by visions of bodies left cold in the dirt.
There are things in this life I thought I'd left behind,
I can't sleep at night, they still consume my mind.
I have tried to drown feelings in my sea of despair.
Instead, I had to let go, become that someone who cares.
I realize there's no joy being another negative one.
I know I can't change my past, whats fucking done is done.
Now when I look ahead, I see things for what they are.
Accepting lessons learned, keeping pain locked in my heart.
It's there to remind me that I still fucking feel,
it remains in contrast to happiness, now that I know its real.
About the Creator
Jay Cyn
I am a vocalist/lyricist/poet from St. Louis, MO.
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