Breaking through that w a l l .

&maybe it's something that can't break through the wall,
are we holding back?
because we're affraid to fall..

is it something we are reaching for, that isn't in existance,
reaching out into that distance ;
because maybe we can't break through the wall,
but that doesn't leave us here to fall..

I don't want to hear your voice,

I don't want to see your face again,

I don't want to breathe you in,

I don't want to make that mistake i know i will regret,

I don't want you to make a promise, cuz' we both know you'll forget.

But maybe it's something i need more than i want, something i need to see on order to believe and move on.

As you down that whiskey, trying to take away the pain of your own so called reality, i hope it burns and makes you realize what you can not see. The pain you cause others and the pain you cause yourself. The regrets you lay apon yourself the love that i once felt.
in moments are taken away, by the way you medicate your soul. To medicate your feelings with alcohol to medicate all the shame & all that's left is pain.

I bet you're drinking your every chance away,
some things are better off not to say. .

glass of whiskey in your hand,
no one to save you from this regret you set apon yourself,
hopeing you won't fall this time, hopeing you'll land.

felt your heart beeting faster,
everytime you take that drink,
you feel that rush seconds after.

but after all,
maybe it's something that can't break through that wall,
are we holding back?
Because there's nothing letting you fall, besides yourself. .