oh why...

 

 

 

 

heart pounds on

lord knows why

i just want to shrivel up and die

 

too much wine

not enough love

i sit and wonder why ..shoot the dove

 

i try to be good, do what is right

most of the time it works,

then the door slams tight

 

you dont want me around

why am I here? 

Keeping things that are familiar is easier than fear

 

the tears flow just to know

tomorrow brings another day

when all i feel is the anaspetic sting

 

a life lived in lies

and false loves embrace

darkness could take me from this place