viernes, 16 de noviembre de 2012

Memory that could hold me back




In the corner beside my window
Hangs a lonely photograph
There is a reason I never notice it
Memory that could hold me back

There is a wound that's always bleeding
There is a road I'm always walking
And I know you'll never return to this place

Gone through days without talking 
There is a comfort in silence 
So used to losing all ambition 
And struggling to maintain what's left

There is a wound that's always bleeding 
There is a road I'm always walking 
And I know you'll never return to this place 

Once undone, there's only smoke 
Burning in my eyes to blind 
To cover up what really happened 
And force the darkness unto me

There is a wound that's always bleeding 
There is a road I'm always walking 
And I know you'll never return to this place

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