Widow

I've seen you walk this way
For the past ten years and never got the chance to ask you, I'm calling out
And each and every day, I'm reminded you're the fucking disease
I'm always full of good intentions but bad with first impressions
And the crying out is deafening, and it's starting to get to me

Every time I run
Every time I stumble
Not wonder
If I had defined the fire inside
Only to find out I'm not worth saving
I'm not worth saving

I know it hurts, and those ten years haunts the hell inside my head
And when I try to find the peace inside
And write it all down, the words are the fucking same
I'm always full of what I thought was something good
But my first impressions lasted longer than any sickness ever should

Every time I run
Every time I stumble
Not wonder
If I had defined the fire inside
Only to find out I'm not worth saving

Every time I stumble, I wonder
If I had defined the fire inside
Dead or alive, I'm my own worst critic

Call me a coward, call me ignorant
A piece of shit as if I'd somehow forgotten
Give it a shot, my heart said softly
Or push it away and leave it behind me

Or push it away and leave it behind me