The moments died, I hear no screaming.
The visions left inside me are slowly fading
Would she hear me, if I called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going on.
The path I walk is in the wrong direction.
There's always someone fucking hanging on.
Can anybody help me make things better?
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me.
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home.
