Woorden: Howards Alias. Other. This Is Prologue.

It's always incomplete,
It's all that I could do to try and make ends meet.
It's always there,
Cutting off my tongue despite my face and hence my words they bled out
Silently, silently.

Listen to reason.
I can't save myself from falling apart,
But we can save this from being erased,
If I could see my future set in stone.
The tales I've never told you'd have had to know,
But it's not healthy to dwell on the reasons why.

It's old and tired out,
Too much so, to have enough breath left to scream and shout
Your name.
From across the street you coughed and cursed at all the times you failed so
Easily, easily.

Listen to reason.
I can't save myself from falling apart,
But we can save this from being erased,
If I could see my future set in stone.
The tales I've never told you'd have had to know,
But it's not healthy to dwell on the reasons why.

It's all in your head,
And now I know you didn't listen to me because every single
Word I said, is not what's in your head!
So, if you need me, if you need me,
You just call my name, I'll be there for you.

Oh!

It's old and tired out,
Too much so, to have enough breath left to scream and shout
Your name.
From across the street you coughed and cursed at all the times you failed so
Easily