2005-04-25 - 12:08 AM
During bad times
I often find
That a fine line
Across the bloodlines
Brings a new kind
Of peace to mind.
It sheds a bright light
On this dark night
With the old fight,
Which I really like
But it doesn’t feel right
So I just. might. stop..
Sike!
I’m never on top
Gonna drink till I drop
Stuff it down till I pop
Or just give up and say I fought
Cuz I gave it all I got.
It’s like a bullet in my brain
A stain on my life
I’m not insane, just in pain
Cut it out with the knife
The scars and shame,
The price to pay..
Same game, different day
Well I don’t wanna play!
So fucking GO AWAY!!!
