I lay awake dreaming of things I could done.
Days become cruel reminders of times passing
All that ruins them is the whispers of the trees
Speaking back at me, taunting the man I once was.
I could do nothing at all

I am fated to survive
Knowing I should have died
I am fated to live a lie
Knowing you are now only a memory of mine.

You are the face in my dreams and I have built my own personal hell.

But it's the only thing keeping me here.
I am surrounded by this fear.
It’s loathsome, how much violence lives inside me
Everyday feels like a nightmare that won’t end.
I am praying something will make a difference
I am praying

When they ask
I tell them for in whispers of doom
the eyes of men grow restless.
This pain just feels so fucking endless.

You are the face in my dreams and I have built my own personal hell.

Slate should be a memory of what I turned to be.
It's problem that I can't be in the same plane as those I love are.
Jaded knowing safety was a few steps away.
We lie and say its all for a reason.
There are no reasons.
It’s thoughts and prayers
It’s thoughts and prayers
It’s lies we tell each other when the tragic comes
It comes, It comes it takes time to see…
There is no meaning any fucking thing.

I failed you.