I'm literally cryin right now. WOY have been present in a very hard part of my life, now that i'm living alone, this song makes so much sense to me. We all miss you, David. I wish, I really wish, I had spoken to him at least for a moment.
6. Distractions Of Living Alone When I come home at the end of the day, everything is just where I left it... No one has called, nothing has changed, everything is just how I left it... I haven't spoken a word in days, except for cursing the noise in the hall... I haven't spoken a word in days, to anyone else at all... And so, as I go, I'll leave my body for you... And so, as I go, don't feel sorry for me For life is the sacrifice, before you die And so as I go, I'll leave my body for you...to...see... A bed all alone in the bedroom A vacant space where a table should be Some posters on the walls The bathroom mirror covered in spit I have made such desperate attempts to make this a nice place to live... And I have failed, for I have tried to fill this dead empty space with a life! All this time on my hands, And I have no where to go, Haunted by the distractions of living alone I hope you'd be the first one to find me After I'd concluded the past behind me So hold your hands, over your mouth And run to tell the others...
I'm literally cryin right now. WOY have been present in a very hard part of my life, now that i'm living alone, this song makes so much sense to me. We all miss you, David. I wish, I really wish, I had spoken to him at least for a moment.
Best song from Woods of Ypres. rip David.
6. Distractions Of Living Alone
When I come home at the end of the day, everything is just where I left it...
No one has called, nothing has changed, everything is just how I left it...
I haven't spoken a word in days, except for cursing the noise in the hall...
I haven't spoken a word in days, to anyone else at all...
And so, as I go, I'll leave my body for you...
And so, as I go, don't feel sorry for me
For life is the sacrifice, before you die
And so as I go, I'll leave my body for you...to...see...
A bed all alone in the bedroom
A vacant space where a table should be
Some posters on the walls
The bathroom mirror covered in spit
I have made such desperate attempts to make this a nice place to live...
And I have failed, for I have tried to fill this dead empty space with a life!
All this time on my hands,
And I have no where to go,
Haunted by the distractions of living alone
I hope you'd be the first one to find me
After I'd concluded the past behind me
So hold your hands, over your mouth
And run to tell the others...
darkest days of my life this song was there for me when nobody else was...
same here )
Same ❤
Mr.Brownstone
Drugs r bad mkay?
Drugs are bad so is everything else
What a masterpiece. We’ll miss you always, David. 💛
This is my song for when I’m gone
Drag that fuckin weight man
I was burieeeeeeeeed.... oh no, wait... great band. Absolutely great band
❤