I Ask Myself
| Listen to yourselves and the words that you speak All you do is come across as weak You long for your lover, you lament your loss You've fallen from grace like a modern-day Faust. You want her bad but you don't know why Crushed, broken flower reaching up to the sky The sun is gone. Your world is dark. Your love's disappeared and she's left her mark. Drip, drip, drip there goes your pride Illusions that you had something left inside She ate your heart and devoured your soul Left you questioning life and your roll Then rage; emotions out of control You've lost sight of your one true goal Don't listen to me or the words that I speak You know me brother, I've always been weak. |
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