Remember when we would
fight so hard to be happy
Now its like
we don't know the meaning anymore

Some people sit there
and just make excuses.
But not me.
No, not anymore.
I'm not making any more excuses.
I'm making progress
and I refuse to stop growing.

Hes not the love of my life
Hes just a lover tonight

As you rip out my throat
so I know you did it with passion

The rush will send my heart fluttering
and the rubies will pour down my hands

Death which comes from grace
is more like a dance
than a battle
So I will no longer fight you

Rose was left red
Violence isnt new
Drink that potion, kid
And they'll take you too

Why is it hard to catch a cigarette?
Because its impossible
When you chase one
After another

I got drunk
to cope
with my problems