it hurts to see what you do to yourself
so i look away so i dont have to feel it too
please forgive me
but i wont be saving you again
so what if i live a lie
to forget your mistakes
forgive me im leaving this game
the webs we weaved
have finally caught me
i cant run from my mind
and you wont be running for long
i know where i belong
i just dont kow how to get there
on the outside looking in
i wont leave myself behind
but i guess it'll be kinda hard because im dead right
yeah it'll be kinda hard because im dead
the webs we weaved
have finally caught me
i couldnt run from my mind
and you couldnt run from what you thought was right
attention blinded your sense of sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem