I pray that God damns the desperation

That bled through our story
And stained our pages..

There’s not enough mileage in this Marlboro
To silence your voice’s harsh echo

Seems that’s how these stories go
Clash of the Titans
Clash of the Egos

The bruises on my skin fade
But the memories remain
I don’t know how to survive my days
And I’ll never be the same

Trying to escape addiction- something I think I understand
I write this with ashes on my pants and a cigarette in my hand

This man had me burning myself- feeling like a maniac
And yes there’s been a return of the panic attacks

I guess I gotta stop investing in people
And making promises- it’s too hard to keep them

And I would have done anything I ever could for you

But
In the end
Some people will only torture you

I cut the pain away, I cut you off as well
how can I survive, when all I know is hell

I've seen the world burn down, I've seen my self decay
but what should I do, when my reality fades away?

Tell me it'll be alright, tell me the morning is on its way
hold my hand forevermore, and keep the loneliness at bay

The pain rushes in with the tide,
and I feel so alone now, without you by my side
the darkness is whispering sweet dreams of mine,
but what am I supposed to do
when the darkness comes inside?

Everyday I fight the urge to burn myself
Because I know it works
I know it helps