Endless

I can't

I can't do it

and even if I could

I probably wouldn't

I can't bring myself too imagine how my feet would sway

how my blood would paint the walls like my mother when she'd go on her binges.

Painted our names and showed me the only representation of what i knew was her love.

Cried one too many, tears on too many wasted years just too visit a grave and see a woman i don't even know

So now, ill probably never go.