Its Over Now
Not remorse, but something similar
Regret? No, but feels pretty close
Time to get going, the morning smells burnt
Let the air press down upon this feeling
The voice being hindered, remittance for the soul
Time to get going, the day feels like its dragging
Thinking about the last time sadness was felt
Trying to remember but nothing comes to mind
Time to get going, the afternoon looks to be a bore
A fleeting wind carries all lost memories down stream
Blind rage takes hold and follows along
Time to get going, the evening sounds chaotic
Been dragging along this empty feeling for some time now
One step closer to being left out in the cold, alone, abandoned
Time to get going, the night tastes bitter
|