Those grumbles, rumbles, lifes little thumbles Can't seem to get a grip, so we slip How far we can come, a long ways away from that space in our head where We'd leave ourselves for dead Before making admitance that maybe these choices are fueling the voices Resentments running too deep and the voices, they speak Of that time you fucked me over and so I'd drink to you Yeah well, I got shook to my core When reality hits it tends to stick when perspective comes into play and these thoughts that are so sick start to fall away and the poison expunged leaves clarity and all the things that still cloud my mind i'm giving time until then I drift and you gotta understand there is no going back and part of that is moving on so goodbye and goodluck cause fuck, I cant battle two demons while mine is still feeding take a look and you can see while you're holding on, its doing me harm, find your own path and find yourself again and maybe oneday then we can talk civilly, cause im feeling these claws digging in deep I dont blame you I just feel its time to get real and tell you its time to grow up and fuck off.
