I was 17 I lost you in silence
Tried to hide all my pain with violence
Traded all of my scars for tattoos
Now everything I do just reminds me of you
I dont want you to see this
Maybe I miss you too much
I scream in my sleep
Do you hear me
Or am I not screaming enough
Id give anything just to hear your heart beat and bring you back to life
You have a grandson
He look just like you
I tell him all the time
I was 17 I lost you in silence
Tried to hide all my pain with violence
Traded all of my scars for tattoos
Now everything I do just reminds me of you
Fats'e
I know your just testing me
I miss the way you would sit right next to me
And make up stories
To pass the time
I guess this is how it's supposed to be
Blood shot eyes keep me company
I want out
Of my head sometimes
This is how it's supposed to be
