And staring at you is the reason he's not here
When will you try to see through my eyes
At the pain that started out being so wise
How can you know everything about me
And still think there's absolutely nothing to see
Who is going to clean up the mess
Or lift off the load that's been left on my chest
Where does anyone who knows the truth go
To hide from the truth they don't want to know
Why am I still fighting the past when
The past is long gone and still kicking my ass?
Jesster Ketchupp
I write for the same reason I breathe, it's the only thing keeping me alive...
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