Poisonblack - The Absentee



So much time wasted in things that have no worth
The hours disapper
Am i running to or from the point of rebirth
Don't know to hope or to fear

And through the longest night I writhe

Take this burden from me
Let me step outside and feel
Bury this burden for me
Be no more the absentee

I had em bottled up in the distance of my mind
A seemingly clean slate
All those nameless graves i tried to left behind
No change to detour fate areas

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