Dead Letters

Take a bow, take a look
At the life that was broke
Wonder how, every word
That was said was a joke
Overloaded mind
Tick tock it's time
Is there a reason to blame?
Is it because of the shame?
Or just the simple fact
Denials taken over the brain
Overloaded mind
Tick tock it's time
So as we come to the end the roud(ripping out)
Another chapter