The only rule on the road to life is no turning back.
We learn from mistakes, I guess I'm still learning that.
I've seen what the flames of passion can turn to ash.

Fell in love once and I gues I didn't learn from that.
One mans trash is another mans treasure.
One mans ex is the next mans pleasure.

Can't weather the storm, overcast, mizury.
Tryna see the world without the window glass in between.
What's a limitless sky the the wingless?

Sometimes you gotta wear the shoe if the thing fits.
Feeling sun dried In the sunshine.
Laughters the language of god but I'm tongue tied.

Head hung high, rock bottom but its nothing new.
Heart made of metal funny what a little rust can do.
Spark up the burnt sage In this ghost town.

Caught up in the moment it hopeless to slow down.
What goes up comes down. Try to tell a junkie that.
Junk yard dog paw deep in the bloody sand.

Tryna catch up to a running chance.
Hoping I can build a pretty future from an ugly past.
Its kinda hard to be romeo.

When juilet swared that this ain't her first rodeo.
White devil, black heart, with a red rose.
How hard will you hold when Its time to let go?

Eyes closed In this free fall madness.
Painting with blood on this sheep skin canvas.
Its nature to repeat habbits.

Embrace what you see in that mirror cause that's it.
If its past tense then it probly wasn't ment to be.
Its proven that everything dies if you don't let it breath.

Sometimes we cut ties with our memories.
Not hell bound just a little outta heavens reach.
I lost my mind before I lost my virginity.

Promises break like bones, save a prayer for your enemie.
Still searching for my lost hope.
Nailed to the pavement, crucified to these cross road.

The broken Hearts I'm stepping on are similar to broken glass.
I'm not complaing though, in fact it feells deserving.
I'm learning, the pain I cause is handed off to karma so I know the explanation why I'm hurting.

My lifes an open book, fire damaged by attempts to hide some chapters, but it seems the inks embedded in my soul.
And I know, that nothing lasts Forever, so I just wait to close the curtains on this show.
So consider this my countdown to lose it all.

Who keeps sticking needles in this self reflecting voodoo doll.
Way to poke my patients but I walk it off so casually.
the jealousy that dwells within your mind is simply sad to see.

This romantic tragedy referred to life is $#&@ed.
Not judging by the cover but the words written in blood.
Cut throat, razor grin, with his fangs out.

To hard headed for the concept of stay down.
Curse the hour glass and every grain of sand it holds.
Cause there's no going back to fix the cracks within my damaged soul.

Until the sample blows the speakers and the noise is dead.
I'm a wear my head phones and vibe out to the music left.