Time on my hands, nothing to do at the moment
It's such a dangerous thing to let my mind wonder
Such horrible thoughts filling me with such torment
Things from my past are now being brought forward for me to ponder
Listening to Pink hearing the truth in her song
"The quiet scares me ‘cause it speaks the truth"
Remembering, rethinking about all the things I've said & done wrong
Wishing I could go back and fix the mistakes of my youth
My head isn't a safe place to be
There's never anything good when I have time to spare
The demons of my past are always haunting me
Trust me, no matter how masochistic a person is, no one, not even me, wants to go there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem