There are these things, I don’t know how to control them. How did they come to find me? No remorse, They tell me I’m not good enough.
People, or shadows coming in my room, I know they touched everything, and nothing will ever be the same. I’m standing here, in this mess. Sheets off the bed, scratches on the wall.
But is this mess from them? Or was it me?
Am I one of them?
Maybe I’ll never know.
People, or shadows coming in my room, I know they touched everything, and nothing will ever be the same. I’m standing here, in this mess. Sheets off the bed, scratches on the wall.
But is this mess from them? Or was it me?
Am I one of them?
Maybe I’ll never know.
