I've hurt you bad and there's no enumerated or reason other than to bring about the end of the world as i know how.
It's not something expected is just something that is borne out of the pits of my hell wretched into existence by the bad persistence, what a pestilence.
Silence that's all i can muster because this ain't no master artful dodger and definitely roger wilco to my life's total self sabotage
I'm the only blame in this one night fame game not even the reason to get lame but it's all the same, especially when I've setup my own frame.
Like a broken bottle stabbed into the gut life's turned into a rot inside turned inside out really in the hours of dawn I felt the loss and the pain.
Who drives a man crazy like the wind raging out of control in a whirlwind of hazy dreams, life's a blur with fees that's costly when you incur
Especially when all that's too blame is your biggest shame for being careless and now you're feeling useless...
