Cry Saint, Cry

I never meant to make you cry 
But I didn't want to let my guard down, to let you inside 
Now that I'm looking back 
Over the the flames rising from this pile of ash 
I maybe wonder if I burned the bridges too soon 
And any photograph that had a picture of you

I didn't want it to be this way between us 
But you took my heart and shattered it to dust 
What am I supposed to think 
When everytime I wake up I'm on the brink
Of another suicidal tendency 
Of wallowing in another persons misery

Sometimes I just want to scream 
To wake myself up from this terrible dream 
The demon in the mirror is always laughing at me 
Everytime I close my eyes to get some sleep 
I see your face inside my mind 
And all the chances that I left behind

Reviews

[Alex]

This is really good, I especially love 'I maybe wonder if I burned the bridges too soon
And any photograph that had a picture of you'- great writing!

[Josh Anderson]

Thank you so much!