Dia De Los Muertos
A celebration of death of an old lifeStaring at my own reflection The face revealed is dead inside Eyes have become cold and shallow The spirit that lived there has died I've let you do this to me There’s no one to blame but myself Believing in what should be love I put my own life on a shelf You took all I had to offer And gave it a sly little nudge But it wasn’t you loving meFor it’s only you that you love There is nowhere to go now but up Since there’s no...
