Lingering thoughts
They are imploding
Haunting you
Born in distrust, molded by needles
Hands, never meant to be hold
Living in a wall, burnt down to the core
Their eyes were so cold
Lingering feelings
They are exploding
Destroying you
Raised in fire, formed by ashes
Arms, never meant to embrace
Struggling through a maze,
Hollow in the essence
They would never see your face
You should know
You used to have something to say
You should know
You used to have someone to save
Who would've known
That you would bury your own son
Your own flesh and blood
You should know
You should know
You used to have something to say
You should know
You used to have someone to save
Who would've known
That you would bury your own son
Your own flesh and blood
You should know