This Was Not My War by Pray Silent

Jaded Passion

by Pray Silent· from This Was Not My War

Woke up this night. I was cold. My sweat smelled like fresh blood. These demons brought me back my past. I fear to see the conclusions which resulted from my way of acting. The past is catching up with me. I will be punished for the mistakes I've done. Excuse me. Excuse my behavior. Excuse me! I hadn't the option to excuse my past. Sometimes I don't feel as this. But it comes up again. Catching up with me to bring me my fear back. That thing that I fear most is my past. I can't see an option to hide the victims. I ran without knowing where I'm running to. The place where I was. Was as cold as That one before. Could it be that it's me who's cold. The place where I was. Was cold as that one before. Woke up this night. I was cold. My sweat smelled like fresh blood. These demons brought me back my past. I fear to see the conclusions which resulted from my way of acting. The past is catching up with me. I will be punished for the mistakes I've done. No one gives me an answer to my questions. Am I lost? My body overtaken by this fear. I used all my options there's nothing left. My jaded passion. My body overtaken by this fear. I used all my options there's nothing left. My jaded passion.