I wouldn't say I lost my voice I just found another outlet.
Well perhaps i did lose myself along the way.
Because I always lose myself to my vices.
Give me an inch and I'll cut it into two like it's nothing.
Show me the waters of torture and I'll drink them til there's no more.
They give me a chance, whomever they is, they that still believe, they that'll always have faith.
They give me a chance and watch me throw it away time and time again.
But isn't it getting old, tiring even?
Why should they keep watching as I crash and burn like a drunk driver?
Why would I continue down this path of self destruction?
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