Chiodos Roger's And Holland's Feeling
there is no trace of a healing. your falling tears ignite
this selfish feeling. it keeps me warm to know you're not
content. a quick reminder of our winters spent. as we
consume our last moments together, a lesson learned that
will haunt us forever. it took an ending for me to
realize, to face these pacts and retract our growing
lies. don't tell me i was a mistake and you regret every
choice we made. and think of nothing every time you hear
my name and if you don't bow your head and feel ashamed.
when our eyes last met i knew that you were not ok, but
nothing matters when your surfing on these vibes. i have
these thoughts of holding hands with you another day.
there is no cure, there is no cure. for the sickness that
you bring, with what you bring.