Pieces of me

Here we are again
Just you and me my old friend
Grinding teeth , thinking deep

In the morning you wil leave me feeling sorry.

Sorry for taking my trust,
Sorry for making me lust
Sorry for begging again

Sorry that my house wont have bread
Sorry for the way i feel
Sorry because thats how you kill...

I believe you lies cocaine, turns out your not my friend... Broken mirror scattered , just like my brian wil i ever feel alive again