Cyanide Addiction
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It's been a long long time in the making
But this I finally have to confess
Slowly I am breaking from the tolls that keep taking
My mind is shattered and my heart is simply a mess..
When will the feelings truly end?
I know the past is truly over and done
I have moved on and around the bend
Yet dreams of the past come every night before one
Now there's a chance to reopen old cuts
And the past is taking it's time shedding new blood
I've not quite healed from a few old ruts
And from falling on my knees there's still a little mud...
I suppose it's just the way of life
But I can't help thinking things should be different
That I shouldn't get stabbed anew with a sharper knife
Have I failed a test or simply failed to repent?
I'm busy trying to put this all together in my head
But I don't think I even have half the story
It's not yet been written or even said
Maybe tomorrow dreams of the past will find more glory...
It's hard to say if I'm just rambling or making a point
But how else will I ever understand what I cannot say aloud?
It's like the sinners are looking for a new leper to anoint
Can't I ever walk away from something proud?
I guess this is the end of yet another nameless chapter
But maybe these dreams of the past will name the book
I guess tomorrow I'm hoping for the rapture
Because today I'm not sure if I'm the victim or the crook...
But this I finally have to confess
Slowly I am breaking from the tolls that keep taking
My mind is shattered and my heart is simply a mess..
When will the feelings truly end?
I know the past is truly over and done
I have moved on and around the bend
Yet dreams of the past come every night before one
Now there's a chance to reopen old cuts
And the past is taking it's time shedding new blood
I've not quite healed from a few old ruts
And from falling on my knees there's still a little mud...
I suppose it's just the way of life
But I can't help thinking things should be different
That I shouldn't get stabbed anew with a sharper knife
Have I failed a test or simply failed to repent?
I'm busy trying to put this all together in my head
But I don't think I even have half the story
It's not yet been written or even said
Maybe tomorrow dreams of the past will find more glory...
It's hard to say if I'm just rambling or making a point
But how else will I ever understand what I cannot say aloud?
It's like the sinners are looking for a new leper to anoint
Can't I ever walk away from something proud?
I guess this is the end of yet another nameless chapter
But maybe these dreams of the past will name the book
I guess tomorrow I'm hoping for the rapture
Because today I'm not sure if I'm the victim or the crook...
