Congratulations on your great success,
now these cuts have some meaning,
and every drop of blood,
chased with a shot,
to earase every memory.
taking lies to the heart
like a stab each time
you'd think i'd be dead by now
but something keeps me clinging to life
maybe it's my desperate cries
but no help in return
i've grown to expect the worst
and i'm sure the worst is yet to come
deep in thought...
where did we go wrong?
