If we knew then what we know now,
would we have drank more?
Spent our time high and on our backs?
Make an enemy out of your past,
so you won't want to look back.
If we thought now what we fought for then,
would we drink less?
Talk ourselves down and off our asses?
I won't lie
there are days I prefer enemies to friends,
and sometimes
I'd rather kill than be a good man
to reach out a hand to hold.
Know the soul never curls so shallow as a smile.
I'm not the man you think of me.
I'm a monster of a man,
not the kind you'd want near your heart.
Bring a smile and scream
simulateneously in me.
I could teach the world something
about being able to bleed
and hide a dark mind from them all.
And I won't lie
there are days i prefer enemies to friends,
and sometimes
I'd rather kill than be a good man
to reach out a hand to hold.
Know the soul never curls so shallow as a smile.
And there are things in the world outside understanding
The love of the damned, the dark, the end,
how the soul never curls so shallow as a smile.
Well, this is what happens when
you give up on giving a damn...
I'm beginning to believe
and I'm not gonna leave.
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