One plot to call your own
I've been through this before These things are hard to take Was it too much to live for Once choice you felt you had to make
And I've pissed my time away Through countless life long wasted days Why are all the simple things so lost in sorrow And my perspective so unclear
Life's cold and thick with lies Seen through the blue black eyes Things which once appeared worthwhile
How views on life distort When we see a life cut short Absentia renders no debate
Through pain I've grown to learn Just as long as life still burns Won't sit around and wait Until I burn down heavens gates I know