this is the time in my life

[burning_image]

there is blood on the horizon
spilled like milk
in my oppinion still no use crying over it

i know i spilled it
i know it can't be undone
i just don't know who's it is yet

mine or yours his or hers maybe theirs

i'm used to fighting
i'm used to giving in
and giving up
and i'm glad that i've come to grips with that

battles are won and lost
hearts are broken
bottles are emptied
and the bag is smoked down to ash and resin

there's nothing left to say
and when that happens it's time to walk away

spider's understudy