Am I walking backwards or just standing still.
Cuz I'm falling back to habits I tried to kill.
I hide in laughter the real way I feel,
that inside I'm shattered so I take a pill.
To try to gather and and to try and heal ,
these wounds and bruises and the way i feel,
will it ever change i guess only time will tell,
Cuz death must bring heaven cuz living is hell.
If that's the matter I stay here still,
beating back the blackness as I climb these hills.
Never knowing what's next to happen in this game of life,
constantly dodging the grim reapers syth,
Never losing my focus always keeping my sight,
when the dogs start to bark i just give them a bite.
Call me a pyro burning bridges left to right,
spitting flames like Spyro and never backing down from a fight.
Cuz if I lose the battle I still fight this war,
stranded without a paddle trying to find some shore.
Rocking back and forth hoping this boat don't flip,
but if I go over board I'll just start to swim,
waves crashing down on me but I will never quit,
only thing I'm drowning in is this liquor I sip,
hundred proof shots call it a critical hit,
so if I ever start to slip I'll just blame it on it.
But who am I kidding all I'm doing is slipping,
rock bottoms I'm hitting so I just keep on digging.
Deeper and deeper I'm far from a keeper,
cold with no fever life' is my own personal teacher.
But sometimes I wonder can I even be taught,
life is a gamble and im just playing the slots,
so fuck it come at me with everything you got,
I may not reach the stars but imma damn sure take a shot.
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