Saturday december 15,
That day i walked over to your house and gave you...
Again it happened today
I allowed myself to get hurt...
Worthless
that's me...
There's a story behind every word
Pain speaks for itself...
It's a gift from me to you
A shot of paradise...
Just because you can't see,
What's really inside of me...
I drink most days
Cos I feel lost...
People go
And leave you to grieve...
You coerced me to swallow your list of demands
until I'd collapse, drunk on your restrictions...
I want you to think
Just like i think...
No more Lies
This is the last good bye...
Shattered hearts
and scared wrist...