times that I had once are done
it’s strange to be
falling across the line
chasing that fire of mine
I’m standing there,
I ask you just how you’re feeling - fine
nothing but
I’m sittin down and on the ground
think about what’s to
blood and hate and pain, I’m through it
separate, expose and
we try to turn the hands of time, anew
mesmerized by
this time it’s on my own
I have to burn these
all day staring through the window
I’m painting shadows on the
every 365, I’m walking down a worn-out path
I get up
a day for a crash
I have nothing left to lose
I
you ever heard the man inside
it’s telling you that nothing
she’s a star and a saint, she’s alone, she can’t
I tried indifference - but then I just fell
was it
