When i come to the end of my road
and the sun has set for me...
An old friend
Well I'll crack this brew and we'll have a chat...
So many lies,
So many false hopes...
I don't want to die,
Yet already the blood begins to flow...
Uh-oh here she come again,
and this time she's got blood in her eyes...
Cuts slowly take up space on my wrists,
Death crawls into my thoughts...
Dieing slowly.
Dieing quickly...
Head a hurten
World spinning...
I'm getting more lonely each day without you by my...
your in a better place now, which i have came to...
Having fun, Friday night
drinking and feeling right...
To look in my past
Is like cutting my arms with a knife...
He entered the room and stood there staring,
His brain interpreting what he saw...