Your Finest Disaster.

How is it i follow the same treacherous road each time?
I take a chance thinking maybe I've got a shot.

Missing the innocence and purity.
Missing the hope & courage.
An anger waiting to be released;
To strike like lightning.

Sitting in that very bed each night in which the mood had stripped me of my youth...
of my trust...
of my my sanity..

Wrapped myself around the devils fingers;
Forever in his debt.

Give me a glass of your finest disaster..
..probably a glass of me?

Take these thorns just to dig them through my heart..
To feel the burn of every burden..
It's the weight of regret upon my shoulders.

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