My tears that flow through my face
My scarsthat bleed endlessly
Down my skin
Infected
By the compost heat
Called life
Remembering
All those
Times where things seems ok
People always say you cant dwell on the past
But yet they dont realize
That the past makes you who you are now
The suns rays that newer seem to get cold
As it burns and pierces through my
Open wounds
That never seem to heal

Over these years I've come to realize
That there is no heaven
There is no hell
There is no spiritual thing that can save me from myself
Its so easy to lie yourself
And say that life is good
Until you finally open your eyes
And see the total destruction
Happening before you
The great depression
The great pain
The everyone suffers from sooner or later
Sooner or later