—Thirty Four Seconds
I’ve never fucking said it before, I’ve never fucking meant it more; Fuck you, Fuck all of you!
In every corner I see you.
Who ever said it would be easy?
I carry a picture in my pocket.
Wherever I go I have you with me.
I have to let go, guess anyone can see…
That it’s breaking me
to carry this weight in my chest.
I’m kept in a state of unrest.
Ridden with guilt, if I throw this away
will the memories fade?