This Is Your Voice

Karma

You called my number, late last night, to ask me if i could remember, the events that occurred on our break-up night.

You tell me that i should be expecting some karma, well maybe lady, you should try harder, i hear people say, you've gone crazy.

I keep a good-luck charm beside my bed, to keep me away from the demons inside my head, during my sleep i begin to think, of all the memories of you, and i begin to cringe, as i start to shudder at the smallest mention of you.

If only i never met you, maybe my life would've been easier, you ended up making me feel blue, i found it hard to ease off the pressure. Maybe now things will get better, and now i won't start to bleed heavier.