Слова:
Endwell Consequences

Consequences... Whatever happened to second chances? Ow I'm standing here empty handed. Nothing turned out just like the way I planned it. I brought

Throes of fear and apathy. Stale air that I cannot breath. Melancholy empty dreams where days of woe meet nights of grief. Broken heart dying light fades

There moments trapped in time; memories of things you lost as left behind, all dreams go to hell. I'm spitting honest words and honest cries, I mourn

This Life sometimes positions you out of place and out of you. Its turns vision clear to clouded view. The fast defines and shapes the new with clenched

All along guardian you don't exist lack of faith is \"in\" again. Fall alone is setting in. She stayed cold and left me dead now its driven in me head

, still you run. I've extinguished every option and trampled every path. Would have offered you the world but its already in your hands. This is consequence

Wrathful and suffer. Lamenting everything. Conclusions. One by one antipathy. Inner tension. Turned outward hostility. Did you let them in? Did you let

word, Everything you said and every fear you had all the jealousy and bitterness. This issue of respect and how you came too quick. You say this wont 'endwell