Cyanide Addiction
Active member
My present hates my past
My future isn't sure about my present
I'm really hoping this'll last
But a new friend would be God sent
I need to vent some dirty laundry
Or cash in some old I-Owe-Yous
I'm usually friendly but this next line may be raunchy
Sometimes I feel like a b!tch singing the blues
I'm not after another lover
Or a fling to wet my whistle
I don't want a 2nd love under-cover
And the thought makes my stomach sizzle
It seems all my old friends have gone away
I know it's my own fault
But I wish a few had managed to stay
Yeah I've got a few open wounds, add some more salt
In the end my past may become my future
Or my present may hold-out a bit longer
But every lonely day is that much more torture
And I can't say I've gotten any stronger..
My future isn't sure about my present
I'm really hoping this'll last
But a new friend would be God sent
I need to vent some dirty laundry
Or cash in some old I-Owe-Yous
I'm usually friendly but this next line may be raunchy
Sometimes I feel like a b!tch singing the blues
I'm not after another lover
Or a fling to wet my whistle
I don't want a 2nd love under-cover
And the thought makes my stomach sizzle
It seems all my old friends have gone away
I know it's my own fault
But I wish a few had managed to stay
Yeah I've got a few open wounds, add some more salt
In the end my past may become my future
Or my present may hold-out a bit longer
But every lonely day is that much more torture
And I can't say I've gotten any stronger..
