It's so hard to let go of this grief, That constantly follows me. This dull ache within my bones, A pain I've always known. Say I don't have a prayer.
That this is not the end. That you can't take this from me...
Forsaking everything I knew.
I'll find my way out of this adversity. Won't let you push me into obsecurity. Swallow my pride and myself pity. You can save your sympathy. That this is not the end.
So many misleading routes, That I can't find my way out. So use to misery suffusing everything. Taking me, making me, break everything. So use to misery suffusing everything. Taking me, making me, break everything. So use to misery suffusing everything. More from Straight Line Stitch