Dreams Turn to Ash and Love Turns to Dust
I could forget about it, but the echoes I hold so dearly
I couldn't live without them
I try to run, I try to hide, but you'll always find me
I'm feeling so dead inside, I keep on living blindly
I keep on dreaming at night that you hold me tightly
I tell myself that I'll be fine, but I'm always doubting
Your voice remains in my mind and my thoughts are clouding
I guess I'll move on with time, for now, I'll keep on shouting
See this void in my eyes, the pain, it keeps on sprouting
I'd rather see you weep than see you love another motherfucker
Got them scars all over your heart
It ain't a thing that you can cover
By now is said and done, that's why we cant start over
Keep your head up in the clouds, it's been a week since you were sober
Wonder why the types of you will always be so alone
It ain't a thing that you can feel, so you won't feel when I'm gone
Keep writing all your shit, it doesn't matter to me
I hope you fucking rest in peace, you are so dead to me
I don't know how to fucking sleep
I don't know how to fucking eat
Don't even know my fucking self
It ain't a thing I want to repeat
While you argue with yourself or with the pills on the table
I'm gonna ask my fucking self how I became your label
I couldn't live without them
I try to run, I try to hide, but you'll always find me
I'm feeling so dead inside, I keep on living blindly
I keep on dreaming at night that you hold me tightly
I tell myself that I'll be fine, but I'm always doubting
Your voice remains in my mind and my thoughts are clouding
I guess I'll move on with time, for now, I'll keep on shouting
See this void in my eyes, the pain, it keeps on sprouting
I'd rather see you weep than see you love another motherfucker
Got them scars all over your heart
It ain't a thing that you can cover
By now is said and done, that's why we cant start over
Keep your head up in the clouds, it's been a week since you were sober
Wonder why the types of you will always be so alone
It ain't a thing that you can feel, so you won't feel when I'm gone
Keep writing all your shit, it doesn't matter to me
I hope you fucking rest in peace, you are so dead to me
I don't know how to fucking sleep
I don't know how to fucking eat
Don't even know my fucking self
It ain't a thing I want to repeat
While you argue with yourself or with the pills on the table
I'm gonna ask my fucking self how I became your label
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Writer(s): Isaac López
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