Seeing yourself through the eyes of the people you loveHas got to be the cruelest form of heartbreakIt’s where all of your imperfections liveAnd the many parts of you go... Read More »
I realize there is no going back,Even if I tried What I replay most in my mindWill always be stained with regretAll of the times when I should have stayedThe television... Read More »
The things I have been throughHave been written downIf you look close enough,You’ll see the many timesI’ve died over the yearsHandsWhere they never belongedHow different I would beIf I’d had... Read More »
The wallsScream with the violenceFrom the cutting room floorAnd I would be remissIf I ignored the voice it deservesBut it taunts me from the corridorsHiding behind weathered, cracked glassDisplaced eyes... Read More »