The Beauty

I've been thinking too much I've carried this burden for far too long Is there any relief from this hell I've built Is there any beauty to this storm I can feel me crumble I feel me fade away each time but I hold tightly to this this anguish for I feel safe inside its arms This wounds, self inflicted obtained by running to the past Oh, lord I have seen the beauty But the beauty never last So I lay alone Lay alone in these sheets My mind vacant of the beauty plagued by my heroin dreams But I can overcome this All I need is one more day How I long to see the beauty Rid my body of the pain But I can feel the hunger Weigh on the heels of my escape This does not seem to falter No I cannot seem to break No I cannot seem to break.