cutting sparks out of my dreams.
nothings ever what it seems. taking the thrills out my days. but i've
had it all. I've hit bottom floor again.
Been waiting months so I can play.
Hate bein locked up in this way. This illness latching on. Well I've
had it all. Ive hit bottom floor again.
Days dripping away to waste. Thinking back to
times I wish I could go back and taste.
Descisions falling in cupped hands. Wish I'd under
stood some more before I sunk in the sands.
Slippin back into routine.
Sick of feelin not so clean. Takes the thrills out my days. As I get
closer to stop I'm back at the top again.
Shit for life a good exchange.
Not so easy to rearrange. Fatigue latching on. Yes I've
had it all, I'm back down on the floor again.
