winter came and dried out my lungs its been months since i ve seen the sun the past collides with the present and reminds me of who i was running from myself but that will never change i ll be doomed to repeat this my words remain the same my mistakes linger in my finger tips just like they linger in my voice the tearing in my throat exposing seeds i could not sow for so long i have avoided this buried the thoughts inside myself made excuses for the things i ve said all the wrong things in the right ways chasing a new perspective now i know what it s like to lose leave my old words in the winter i ll free my neck from this rope i tied too loose no fullfillment no more stones to throw i can t rewrite my past this is my hell the cold creeps in cut out my tongue the cold creeps in my mind is a prison i never expected this for the bridge to burn so calmly a torch of my own creation a fire thats only fueld by my own pride the flames of my past are enough to keep me warm but the same flame serve as a reminder of how the cold wouldn t let me go
['modern melodic hardcore']