Wayland Avenue

Three years down the line and im in the same place, Three years down, empty bottles and empty promises - what i'd give to be back when everything was still so simple. So far away from all of this. I can't be in this place anymore, and these are the things I kept to myself. I exhale the past like a knife through the heart, and now im holding every breath i take. The days go on, the nights grow longer. But still im surrounded with, a fucking emptiness. I gave up on myself, too many times, watched the world pass, and got left behind. But I cant go back in time. I'd still take your hand and im holding onto a part of me thats gone. I walk with a cloud above my head, and move forward with a hole in my chest. The days go on, the nights grow longer.