Into the darkness we become.
All of your friends will have you undone.
**** all the futures that don’t have you believe.
You’ll never know boredom if you never leave.
Dying down in some dark back alleyway.
The humble ******* waits for her delay.
Made to wait of the doctors orders.
Taken with humility to their daughters,
They pay for what they want but they can never have,
The love that they got they thought was oh so sad,
Becomes the only thing that they can afford.
Their lives never living what they once adored.
Through the herd you walk all by yourself,
See the high stride you give to someone else
Total visitation rights for my wounded heart
Brings together irony and then pulls it apart.
No one really knows where fortune’s future will grow,
But I guess that they all know that I don’t want you to go.
There is the taste of your bitterness in my mouth.
I guess you never really had a single doubt.