Quotes from Jessica-Lynn Barbour

Traveling down a road of self-destructionWith no room for any reconstruction

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

I remember all the things we said we'd doAnd how not a single thing we said was true

There is a voice in my head that is only silenced by the scratching of my pen

I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead