A bottle stole more from me than you can fathom... |
You once were part of the audience to the Parade of Broken Souls A disgusted viewer Watch as their numbers grow fewer Watch them fall to the ground Now you have changed and lost who you are A dark metamorphosis Death is the only prognosis There will be nothing left You fell into the bottle and began to drown I cannot bare that awful sound You are so far gone you may never return Fists were thrown and bruises remain I can't even see through the fog of pain All we want is to be free... Now you're just another Broken Soul on Parade You were the talk of this washed up suburbia You still are, and always will Just through a different pair of eyes Just in a darker light Hopefully this chaos ends sooner or later So I can breath again But some things cannot be erased Somethings can never leave We don't even know where you are when you're gone Do we all pursue you? How many times can you deceive? Too many, I'm afraid You fell to the bottom and you may drown I don't want to hear that dreadful sound Hopefully, one day, you may return... Things were broken, and sorrow retains I'm blinded by this foggy pain When, oh when can we be free? Now we watch your Broken Soul Parade If you leave again, you can never return If bit once, shame on you If bitten twice, shame on me too But I've lost count of bites... I use to love this shack and all things in it But it has been cursed now A blackness desires my spirit It creeps ever closer You fell off the wagon and on to the ground Ringing through my head is that sound We all wait for your return... Everything is broken, how much remains? My eyes are lost within this pain This is where your Broken Soul Parades When will this foolish masquerade end...? |