4 acessos
I am the dark cloud above your head
That follows you around
To remind you of
The one that lets you down.
Reject guilt, but still you can't escape
The mistake you have made
Is your walking shame.
Are you feeling haunted
By something unwanted?
Would you rather forget
Than keep up the pretense?
Self obsessed because you've no one left
At least you're guaranteed
Of one thing: Your own
Looming mortality.
What's a burial like with no one there?
Would the priest even care
To forgive your sins?
Just because you close your eyes does not mean I stop existing.
I am more than just your state of mind.