AloneI have lost all hope on finding you,More Like This
so this ballad is all the truth.
Sitting here wondering why things are,
sitting here alone with the door ajar.
I can't stand the silence that comes to roars,
I sit here thinking am I truly yours.
All to myself to sit and think,
times where better when I was asleep.
Gone to the void of disorder and impurities,
I sit here to think what has gotten the best of me.
Shall I roam on the streets calling your name,
or should I put an end to it to stop my pain?
At times my thoughts come through, of vengeance, rage and sometimes you.
I do no want to suffer in this flesh,
drinking this bottle but nothing
affection driveIf I recycledMore Like This
the love littered at your feet
hearts would starve no more.