Your evil eyes with your glass shaped prize
you smell of smoke with your dirty clothes
we�re all afraid of your twelve-step stage
you lose control and you won�t let go
you say we�re weak, but you can�t even speak
you scream your words and they don�t flow
your killer rage feels so much pain
you�re one last tick of a time bomb
and i�ll someday i will
Bleed the story of
the times you took from me
and i will bleed the story of
the youth you wasted me
I finalize that one last time i�ve gone away and found my home
you feel ashamed for the life you claim
we�ve said goodbye and you�re all alone
you compromise with the letters you write
but ink is dry and we�re way too strong
you give a rose for the stones you�ve thrown
and that�s a shame �cause you�re to late
And i run on, run on, run on, run on out
�cause i don�t want to be that way
running from the things i�ve seen running from the name of shame
My silver eyes with my brand new life
the memory stays as i go on
and all the seams that were ripped from me have bound their strands
and i�ll do no harm
and someday i�ll find a way to trade that pain
and all that�s wrong about a man who raised his hand
and i can�t get that out my head