Thursday, December 16, 2010

Slow burn

I know that it's killing me
And it's poisoning the best of me
What I say, I don't want to believe
So let me tell you more, tell you more
About the lies I lead

That is how I choose to douse the flames in gasoline
Broken dreams replace the blackout memories in my head
Wreckage from my past, it haunts me, shakes me to the bone
I know it's over but I can't go home tonight

But after this I feel as empty as the night before
Feel the pain and yet I'm still begging for more
Masochistic, nihilistic, urging backward thought
My life's a mess and I can't find a way to fix it

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