ZachBrown

Shadows crept in to where eaves groan I ate my own heart so it can't be known They'll hold a vigil, or maybe they won't Either way, I won't let it matter or show To whom I pray, where the weeds grow Of what's now left to decay, what I neglect Happy was the emotion I strived to project But my songs were too idealistic to sing Composed as they were by heart strings I swear I'm not bitter I'm just a touch jaded Sure, it'll get better Because they promised It shouldn't be debated Shadows are crowding all available space I swallowed my tongue, I erased my face Maybe they'll remember, or maybe forget Either way, I won't let it sting or connect T