Most of my best lines have been written or cast to the winds with a good time and one night stand.
I will forget more than you will ever learn.
And my pain is no different than anyone else's, I just don't give a damn to reopen old scars anymore.
There is a whole lot of truth told in a joke and a whole lot of bullshit in a passion filled promise.
I am bitter to new lies and far too burnt out to care about rumours anymore.
I think most choose to die just because all other options have long since run out.
Emptiness leaves little comfort and long nights alone just eat away at your soul.
I never question the road I just accept it's mine to walk alone.
Truth is a cold bastard much like me.