losing track

I've made to be learned from none are mistakes, of regrets i have two, promises i was unable to keep.

i fell for an angel and she was perfect to me, so i had to run run run it wasn't fun as i ran straight into the abyss

upon entering the abyss i found that the bottle of drink and pocket of pills is the only way i could sleep.

now its so much later its 2013 the apocalypse made me loose less sleep itching for the end so i could let go.

but here i am shits the same old, spewed burgundy claret from my mouth to start today, followed by on my knee's to spit blood

i guess these organs buried inside give up from time to time, but the body's still going through changes, i haven't completed my healing process

now the pain it seems hides in every little cranny but i'm clean for around 8 weeks the cravings manageable subbing helping me get through

next step is smoke more and drink normally, hook up med's and try getting happy..

shut up and smile is what the band says it aint the end of the week, just the next chapter,