Pitch black vision of the past like acid Captive, placid Pitch black vision of the Heavy with an empty heart stuck with full pockets Pour it all out on a table or a mosh pit I missed this, the distance It’s vicious, I witnessed One too many friends fall apart, I made a wishlist I don’t wanna say goodbye Losing all my patience So desperate for attention Still choking on the mention Every single argument is burned in my conscience Was it worth it? I haven’t heard back yet
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