Stepped Up and Scratched

This isn't over, baby, don't believe a word they said! But then, She takes a moment to ponder, To wonder what could've been given another chance! To find a light in the darkness and a way out of this! If only she could see what I could see! She takes

How stubborn are the scars when they won't fade away? Or just a gentle reminder that now are better days? We'll be home soon so dry your eyes You'll be okay Oh my god The water is rising You just have to believe in me Failing that I'll ride this stor

I'm so done with it I won't go back again and I'm okay with this, that I'll be on my own again Until the day I die which shouldn't be that long So I'll just do what I do and make the most of it I won't fall down again My heart's now dead and gone And

False tales lies of a washed up prom queen Why'd you tell me everything was fine? Everything was okay? Get on your knees Oh, why you tore me up? No, why everything's dead inside Oh, you could've told me, at least I would've known No, you should've to

Through sin and self destruction I stumble home never alone My only home is the bottom of the bottle and a rolled up bill and I'm ready to go! I let the scent die in and out and I dont care how long I last, On the constant drink and drugs and dont ge

Oh sweet insanity You take my hand and walk me out into the dark We walk this road for hours and hours To the white hills, and the oceans On a collision course, to hell we march We're doomed to this now Oh the irony If I'm going down I won't go down

I'm out the door, I'm on my ass again like every night before I'm off the wall, out of my fucking mind, I'm out of control I'll be the end of her, I'm in her head and in control She's let me in, now take a sip and let the show begin The floor's all y

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I see myself there waiting by the roadside Laid claim to nothing but A black bag and the attire I stand in No name, no history Just a target on my temple and a hole in my head I could've been one of kings The shell of a boy of the man that I used to