./...../., by Pyro-Knyght{J} Subscribe to rss feed for Pyro-Knyght{J}

reach out and touch what it is thats broken
try as hard as i can to piece it back
cant find the rest of my life
cant seem to get it all on track
nights getting longer without direction
the gas gauge limits where i go
vodka pouring like a river
drinking until my own face i dont know
walk around the rest of the night
lookin for cattle to get into a fight
doesnt matter who right now
even if i know em im down
not myself anymore you wont recognize me
i dont feel the same any more and its easy to see
Posted: 2007-08-18 21:55:22 UTC

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