Gutted

I keep thinking this will end
Years are blowing by me like the wind
I used to hate being alone
Now silence is my only friend

Gutted by my fear
Welded to the pain
Houses made of glass
Cannot hide the rain

Gutted by my fear
Welded to my pain
Houses made of glass
Can't quiet the rain

Will is just a thing we say we have
To keep us from the things that hold us back

Pain is the way I choose to bleed
Never truly knowing what it means

Death is a growing concern
A fate that everyone earns

Death is a growing concern
A fate that everyone earns

These days I wish I had more time

All my life I've been learning how to feel

All this time I've been gutted for something real



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Portes-chaikin
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