Locked behind guilt
Trapped with nowhere to go
With nothing else but lost feeling and a locked up soul
Holding nothing but a beating heart and purest of trust hold in the center of your palm
Crush the purest of innocence of a woman will never keep you calm
Staring at the eyes of a demon giving suicidal thoughts
Facing the regrets that couldve been fought
The fact of losing someone made a heart so cold
Having stories locked up not ready to be told
In brightest days there will be always darkest nights
Having a voice with any sound
Still waiting on that soul that still havent been found
Only taken as a clown
Only to notice drinking would just make every problem loud
But its time for my life and pain to fade away
Just to find a light that would brighten my day
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