Lyrics
I’ll scream at these walls with silence
While my own voice strangles me.
A metaphor of a dying conscience,
This life means nothing to me.
Sick, tired of living this way,
So sick from day to day.
Sick, tired of living the same,
Living life with out a change.
I’ll stay the same.
I’ll pass the time, through these veins,
Hoping to drain the pain,
I’ll bleed on all these pages for you to read.
I’ll bleed on all these pages for you to read.
I’ll scream ‘til these walls echo with silence and my own voice strangles me.
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