Death of Me

Memories play

while I'm left waiting alone.

Each one a loaded gun

leaving me full of holes.

Wasted memories,

Suffocated dreams,

This could be the death of me.

I love you,

a poisoned message.

And I'm left

somewhere in the wreckage.

Wasted memories,

Suffocated dreams,

This could be the death of me.

Can't chase away the ghosts

inside they only grow.

Where does the end come

nobody knows.

Wasted memories,

Suffocated dreams,

This could be the death of me.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Our pasts can heavily weigh on our present and future... regrets can be like anchors pulling you to the bottom of an ocean.