IN THIS DARK ROOM

These kind of things can't be rushed at all
No time will tell if it was worth the fall
Face to face we never talked about the critical

Had to make it known though it's really took a lot of me
This dark room where i've grown fond of wallowing

My hearts been sold long replaced with mold
Notice as I grow old
That's why I'm colder than I oughta be

What am I to do a broken path is what i'm following
Keeping death at bae has been a challenge sans the offerings

It's what you get,you've brought this on yourself

Demons leave alone unless it's sanity you've brought for me

I know you say that I'm always assuming things

With my jealousy and anger ain't a damn thing changed
Praying to the gods to forget your name
But I don't receive an answer so we play these games

Take me to the edge and I will show you what to do from there
I'll fall into a tryst that's reminiscent of your empty stare

Eyes on the ceiling
Completely void of feeling

These kind if things can't be rushed at all
No time will tell if it was worth the fall
Face to face we never talked about the critical