There is a voice in my head that is only silenced by the scratching of my pen - Jessica-Lynn Barbour
We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhereMaking love while we let the midnight airFlow through the open window, into our closed heartsLeft bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart - Jessica-Lynn Barbour
I remember all the things we said we'd doAnd how not a single thing we said was true - Jessica-Lynn Barbour
Traveling down a road of self-destructionWith no room for any reconstruction - Jessica-Lynn Barbour
I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead - Jessica-Lynn Barbour