Burn This Scrapbook Testo

Testo Burn This Scrapbook

Burn. I'm falling apart. You don't understand. Why should I care? I knew it would all end. The memories still run vivid in my mind. I wish I could hear those sounds of laughter everything falls apart right before my eyes. This light has faded away. All I see is this dark cloud. And the ghosts of friendships past have faded to nothing. How poetic the snow falls on a day where everything we had was erased. Here I lay bleeding out my pain. (Falling asleep from a razorblade) It never heals. It never heals