I'm tired of the games
The circles run and old tricks stuck on repeat
For all its worth, what little that is
Time after time I have ruined something pure
Taken what was bestowed upon her
And tossed it right back in her face
Evil and corrupt I walk this path
Some kind of monster I have become
Second chances pass me by
Almost daily it would seem I ignore them
My salvation stands beside me all the while
Ever the more I push it further away
Crash and burn, let my fire die slowly
Unprecedented disregard
Where is the cliff that should lay in front of me?
Down this path so absent of light
Soon I should be forgotten
Lost in a place no one will find me
Better will I leave this place
No longer tormented by my ways
Lives left to happier days
Selfish, twisted and wicked
No one left to burden
On myself it will all lie
Turned inward to destroy its creator
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 4:15 PM UTC
I'm tired of the games
The circles run and old tricks stuck on repeat
For all its worth, what little that is
Time after time I have ruined something pure
Taken what was bestowed upon her
And tossed it right back in her face
Evil and corrupt I walk this path
Some kind of monster I have become
Second chances pass me by
Almost daily it would seem I ignore them
My salvation stands beside me all the while
Ever the more I push it further away
Crash and burn, let my fire die slowly
Unprecedented disregard
Where is the cliff that should lay in front of me?
Down this path so absent of light
Soon I should be forgotten
Lost in a place no one will find me
Better will I leave this place
No longer tormented by my ways
Lives left to happier days
Selfish, twisted and wicked
No one left to burden
On myself it will all lie
Turned inward to destroy its creator