Widow - Sienna Skies

I’ve seen you walk this way

For the past ten years and never got the chance to ask you, I’m calling out

And each and every day

I’m reminded you’re the fucking disease

I’m always full, of good intentions

But bad with first impressions

The crying out is deafening, and it’s starting to get to me

Every time I run

Every time I stumble

Not wonder

If I had defined the fire inside

Only to find out I’m not worth saving

I know it hurts

And those ten years haunts the hell inside my head

And when I try to find the peace inside and write it all down the words are the

fucking same

I’m always full of what I thought was something good

But my first impressions lasted longer than any sickness ever should

Every time I run

Every time I stumble

Not wonder

If I had defined the fire inside

Only to find out I’m not worth saving

Every time I stumble, I wonder

If I had defined the fire inside

Dead or alive, I’m my own worst critic

Call me a coward

Call me ignorant

A piece of shit as if I’d somehow forgotten

Give it a shot, my heart said softly

Or Push it away and leave it behind me