The December Drive

The Storm That Preceeded Could Hardly Distinguish His Face From His Conscie

The December Drive


lost in moments when friends like you and friends lost in battles and people 
that i've just met hurt themselves so much it hurts me even when i don't 
know them at all. too young to know what's good for you i guess. a cancer 
overlooked thses days and so accepted it scares me because i can barely tell 
if im the one who's right anymore. but i've seen how these things turn out 
with my own eyes and i wouldn't wish that upon anyone. i guess everyone 
makes mistakes sometimes. my words are like fissures that only my morals 
fall into. and people don't realise how much it hurts when they ignore said 
words. and i constantly find myself hoping that someone will hear what i'm 
screaming in my songs. but this time it'll fall until it falls upon deaf 
ears.