Looseing all control,
spiraling down this hole,
no hope for perfection,
only distruction from the past,
and I cant get passed,
this angry doom that fills me through,
like the liveing dead,
holding on by a thread,
save me now,
I'm going down.
Thrown away,
ment for something better,
held back by the past,
I'm fadeing fast,
does this all sound the same?
is it really that lame?
if you gave me another chance,
I can proove to you all,
I'm better then you think,
I'm not going to fall,
to be crushed beneath your feet.
But dont count me out,
its not finished yet,
the garnish is not set,
and its only a matter of time,
before you throw me down,
before all my time runs out,
so dont feel free,
I'm comeing for blood,
and my thirst is only for revenge,
bent on an evil game,
that you know only to well. |
