I'm tired of the angelic voices Screaming for me to give up, give in, surrender And what's in my line of sight You deem not right The perfect reason for you to say I'm wrong Another fight that makes you strong And for every tear you shed They became the bullets in my life from which I fled The agony ,the misery, the treachery, the unbelievable portray of disconnect and irresponsible souless desire for chaos, The lack of self conscious credibility, the suicidal antidote, and unmotivated, fictitious love you tried to sell I was there eating it all up like a starving dog Causing rifts, making death, revealing true agenda I used to look in your eyes Determined to find a way out All the while you were drilling your way right through At constant ends on anything and everything What matters most is your fragile sense of love Egotistical self indulging, manipulating cunt It was your decisiveness and quick adaptation to play victim The innocent one, the virtue Of what's right and wrong It's hard to believe that once You had meant the world to me And there wasn't a thing I wouldn't do for you The past is the past, but what lies ahead is entirely up to you Now if anything your just a thought, an experience I'll never forget.....