Why have emotions, when you can lose them all in alcohol?
Clouded by a thin judgement, that carries on til morning calls.
They don't cause me any good, just creates wounds and picks fights;
Because the given don't give back, faked emotions hide the inner spite.
Why should I open up, when it would only cause you pain?
You pouring out my life, is pouring out an alcoholic's shame.
Don't open up the void, even if you think it's what you like;
You've felt the warning signs, through the cold wind of the night.
Ignorance is bliss, but still bites you in the end;
When you don't recognize the blood, there's no need for help to send.
I feel obliteration from my dark and twisted soul;
It'd crawl out from within to put its hands upon this world.
My heartache and my sorrow is nothing more than my regrets;
It's hard to feel the helper when his love begins to regress.
Been told since I was a child, that his love is everlasting;
But that's a tough lie to swallow, when my life is ever-crashing.