I wish that I could walk away
I wish the rage I feel could be swept under the rug
I wish the sun would rise again
I wish the anguish that I feel would fall into the void
Leave me to rot
Express your thoughts at my grave
Tell me how you
Hated me all these years
Ask for me in misery
Drown for me in solitude
Wish for me in vain, as you
Reap what you have sewn
Leave me to rot
Express your thoughts at my grave
Tell me how you
Hated me all these years
Tell me everything you kept inside
Tell me everything you wish to leave behind
I wish that I could walk away
I wish the rage I feel could be swept under the rug
I wish the sun would rise again
I wish the anguish that I feel would fall into the void
I could hate myself until the monsters sleep
I could live my days until the sun grows cold
I could wish for death each day and wait inside my grave
Until the fabric of reality breaks free
What's the purpose of this game we play?
What's the reason you still hate me?
What have I done to earn your spite?
What can I do to make it right?
As time's arrow marches on
Still we dance in circles
Waiting for death to come
If we make a change, it still can be made right
But are we doomed to fail every time?
Do still the monsters sleep with us at night?