My life has become a haze
And I have forgotten my namesake
Who am I in the darkest hours of the day?
There's a little girl who walks down the road
Making mistakes I try to correct
And she looks too much like me
A little boy watches her go
He laughs at her
But in the end, there's nothing left of him
Who are you in the darkest hours of the day?
I really love this one...
This one sounds like it could be part of a longer thing(?)
No not really, but I could consider it...
Excellent! *claps hands*
This is so dark and captivating I love this!