Vārdi: Torn Apart. The Fifty-Ninth Session. Last In A Lone Line.

Frantically kneading the earth around me. Trying to find out where I am. Where I am. Where I am. Where I?ve been. Where I will end up. So let?s begin. Here I lie trying to learn to forget. The earth I swallow fills be with regret. These faces of yesteryear. Remembering my spent tears. These faces of yesteryear. My spent tears. I am trying to learn to forget. I know I fucked up. It?s not over yet. My tears make me think I still love to cover myself in the blindness that surrounds you. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid. Let me feel again. Let me breathe again. My heart is numb. Let me feel again. Let me breathe again. Let me love again. My heart is numb