I Owe Your Cris


I can't recall a moment where you ever left my side
My mistakes are cutting there way through my back
What do I need to do? What do I need to show that I'm alive?
Or am I really dying inside? Laughing outside,
I'm dying inside, nothing seems to be alright
There's nothing on you, there's something on me
Outlined in red you wont have to wait
This time I won't leave you
I can't stop laughing at myself, I fucked up again
Close the door, I'm through being a ghost







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