My Truth

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.