Defeated - by Erik Smith
i can't feel
a fucking thing left good in me
i can't locate any understanding
the best thing left in memory
i sent away from me
the most pure thing left i'm remembering
i've sent away from me
i fill myself
with alcohol
while i'm saying fuck it all
while i'm tearing down my wall
once i've watched the meaning fall
i try to
numb the pain
tearing chunks from my chest
i must erase the name
killing some from the rest
i can not
stop this rain
falling down from my eyes
i will not plug this vein
cutting all of my ties
my pulse
no longer running
my brain will never stop
my heart still keeps on hurting
my tension will not drop
her image
on my mind
our bodies intertwined
my love was redesigned
my heart was undermined
built a wall
kept it tall
watched it fall
fuck it all
heavy breathing
hard time seeing
can't stop shaking
heart is breaking
i see as
i look back
a world of things i've lost
i see as i think back
a mass of those i've lost
i feel as i turn black
it's myself that was lost
