To go back and undo what I have done

He looks down upon me like I don’t belong, do I belong?

Place my hand on the very thing I read every night. Am I the sinner ? The devils advocate?

Black suit, black shoes, diamond watch- I might come off cold and distant, like Im running from something

Heavy as concrete, the cold air wakes me back to reality

The darkness surrounds me, I hear the faint sound of loneliness

The taste of whiskey swirls on my tongue, that was suppose to be the last time but I don’t remember the last time

I hit a wall, bloody knuckles, blood shot eyes, blood red skies

Said she’s done, she doesn’t want this life
Please you are my world, my fate

We the jury find… now only they hold my fate

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