In the corner beside my window,
There hangs a lonely photograph
There is no reason I'd never notice
A memory that could hold me back...
There is a wound that's always bleeding..
There is a road I'm always walking..
And I know you'll never return to this place...
Gone through days without talking
There is a comfort in silence...
So used to losing all ambition..
Struggling to maintain what's left..
Once undone, there is only smoke
Burning in my eyes to blind..
To cover up what really happened
Force the darkness unto me...