I’m tired of all the guilt.
Sickness when I hear your name;
Memories of you and I driving me insane.
Smoke blown in every mirror,
You make jokes of all my fears.
You can’t see inside,
Still I wonder I why
Breaking the Silence, by Outline In Color
Please refrain from asking me where I am from, my age or what bands I like. I didnt fill in my profile just to for you to read it then with your stupidity ask me so I have to re-write it just for you!