This is one is kind of morbid and depressing, so just a fair warning.
As my head is down on the block,
my mind is slowly rewinding the clock.
Like when I let you go,
when my heart became as cold as snow.
Regret clouded my choices,
regret created so many voices.
I have much more to say,
what I should have said when we split ways.
Now it's too late,
and the clock has returned back to my fate.
How did my life become this wreck?
I feel the cold steel on my neck.
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