Bleeding Misery
How do I live this day without you? A rusty cradle and the last place in line.
And I want another chance again. A request, the chance to start again.
This used to be alive
I'm bleeding misery, this faithless past...not once more
write my name down now
Imagine peaceful relapses. A dirty table but a place set for me
And I want, another chance again. A request, the chance to start again.
This used to be alive.
Wash this mud from my eyes, wipe this mud before I die
Writer/s: MICAH S LINDNER
