Running off the path carved in stone.
I’m meeting this feeling when I’m so sure I’m over it.Anddd then I get dragged down the road again.I was so sure.. Your fault.
I’ve always been there for you,or at least tried.But when I really needed someone,it becomes another joke I’m playing.
You’ll spin my head right round,right round.
Dead to tired.
Worst then death itself.
You would have saved me,if you continued.
We’re lost in this world forever.