4 acessos
Constantly searching
Once again alone
Can't seem to find myself
Secluded I bemoan to find the one that I assumed...
...Would be the answer
Is not you
Are just like the rest
Besmirched Desperate
You grasp but now I pull away
What I thought was the answer
My question now
Where do I find what to fill my void
Was grasping onto you
Turned your back
Besmirched desperate
Pulling back - pushing away
With this nonsense - I have lived too long
Infamiliar reflection of who I've become
Numb to the pain high on my lies
Shit on my time demoralized
Besmirched and fucking desperate