In Dying Arms With The Reflection Of Self
What is it to feel more?
When I will never be complete.
The part of me that's missing
Has forever been erased from me.
Slut, I've had enough of your f..cking lies
Shut the f..ck up.
Where can a man find his strength?
When his happiness is placed in the hands of another?
My insecurities have gotten the best of me;
Living with incompletion, is my burden to hold
The past has reflected my being
Now that my white has been shaded with this grey;
Is there a possibility I could have you?
Just for another day...
