5 acessos
Father I beg can you help cuz it seems I can't help myself
I still feel the pain from these scars,
I wish karma wouldn't hit so hard
A hurricane came through the door and left confusion by my side
and the words that made me think left a bad taste in my mouth
I'm listening but can't hear a sound
except the sound of you in my mind
Guilt has decided to stay; I'm the dirt I can't wash away
I was forgiven for my faults then cleaned the wounds
By adding salt
And this time I'm not so sure
Cuz we've been down this road before
With closed eyes I see them clear;
all the memories that we've shared
That I lost along with my pride but I hope you know that I tried
Now with foggy eyes I stare at the bottom of a glass
Filled me up with numbness to get a different point of view