running out, youre running out of time. sinking into the things you wanted to escape. know that youll never feel thsi way again, and it crushes down to your center, breaking you apart. the regret comes racing when you raise your voice and you want to say out loud the words that only course through your heart, but instead just empty silence and it all just fades and you hope youll find the words one day. its running out.
one day this too will make sense, and one day youll learn to make peace. onday this too will make sense, one day youll learn to make peace. these are the days youve come to fear. you have to fight before this world break you down. before this world takes hold and drives you into the ground.
six feet difference between the days we spent and the way we wish things could have been.
