to lose and now he made you believe the ruiner's your only friend well he's the living end to the cattle he deceives the raping of the innocent you know the ruiner ruins
: The ones born in shit with no remorse or no regret, watch the foundation break we laugh as we take. Born the son of a carpenter and highschool secretary
: The two of us we burned like shining stars We flicker then faded now it?s a fucking black whole Crushing our lungs, we broke our hearts The tears
: In a minute now I'll be feeling like a cold front cut through the room You kindly wave I awkwardly smile not sure what to say But it?s inevitable you
: I am pride. I am discouragement. Self loathing, but egotistical, an ignorant fuck. An average heathen who just waits for their turn to speak. Convinced
: You want honesty its all I got. I?ve been bleeding to death, why can?t I stop. As I grew older, I grew angry. I got memoirs filled of shitty stories
: Hey mike what the fuck are you thinking? And where did you go with my Fathers gun. I still don't believe it but think about it I'd blame you too. But
excuses I give this nothing more then these two words Fuck it How cliche this all sounds. This was made for the individual but is ruined by the ignorant
: He clinches his fist as he swings for the fucking fences His since of abandon keeps him from deaths door. Blown knees and torn fucking muscles heart
: again you open your mouth so quickly spewing out sentece fragments explaining your beleif in fairy tales those superheroes, those pages of assholes
: Its 1 am and that tow trucks not here It was due an hour ago I'm counting high beams in hope of killing time I have had too many longest nights of
: Those heavy thoughts I let linger when the sun goes down. I don?t need this shit anymore. I can finally see it?s over my desire to hold on to old
: i remember just how it used to be when the nights were fucking ours and the sunrise made me feel so sick things were much simpler and those summers
: It?s not my fault what you did with your life It?s not my fault that your dreams died with addiction This was never about who was better than who but
: I wanna hear it, those precious fucking words, those compelling beautiful songs that grab a hold and never let go. I need to know what makes you fucking
: And wait before you open your mouth. When your advice was fucking needed I was no where. I was no where to be seen. I have taking advice much less
: Tonight I'm screaming those words that I wanna regret How truly honest can one man be to only drop those subtle hints but I was never that kind of
: Broken knuckles- Bleeding Foreheads Shirt collars I'm still grabbing Accusations- rolling eyes Reasons I'm still pulling my hair out Those fucking
