in gray skies
have learned to swallow
their fucking pride
even though they're lost
and they can't see
they forget about the clouds
hanging over me
but you are lost in a fog
and choking on fear
you're running in circles
your pride is near
but you have nothing
to be proud of
so where do you stand
in the clouds above?
i am a man
working backwards in time
but atleast i can admit
these mistakes of mine
i am lost
and you're a waste
i am tired of running
from your mistakes
fuck your assumptions
fuck your low standards
fuck my opinion
and fuck what you heard
this darkness is alive
it's trapping me in
the past that we lived
is without reason



