Sep 13, 2005 00:36
I'm going back to what was said
I'm fairly sure there's nothing left
Just lies and knives in my back
And it's all that I am and all I can't...
8 millimeter and a bottle of vodka
Drown your sorrows then let them all out
I hear them coming, take a shot in the dark
Shoot in the dark hoping to hit something
Broken hearts and bullet wounds
Gasp blood and picture you
Bleed in deep as I breathe to death
Seeing red in a black and white picture
A broken record on a shattered fixture
Even if I could do it again, would I do it again
Could I do it again, don't wanna think about it
Painting a masterpiece in only black
Like a four star movie with no soundtrack
Left with this glorious nothing
Could I take it back...take it back...
Hide from the blinding lights
Cry an ocean to drown in
Bleed a hidden prison
Lock you away, safe from the world
See all your feelings...your failings...
Why is this mine to do with as I please
This knife in the light shines so brilliantly