Gold
Take everything I have left
And throw it away into this dirty river
So I can sink in muddled silence slowly after it
I used to believe in second chances
But every one I ever took
Ended me in exactly the same place
So what would you have me do?
Shed my skin like a wounded snake
So I can't recognize the poison that I used to be
No, because I'll look the same
But I will always know
the same broken, ground down, venom fangs
No matter what we try to change, we will always stay the same
We were never fucking gold, true to form I will remain.