| A master actor, a perfect liar
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| All smiles played out with expert timing
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| It starts like rust, slow and silent
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| But grows like fire, swift and violent
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| I walk much slower now I’ve got no direction
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| All bends are blind, all cracks chasms
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| I love and hate in equal measures the freedom from precision
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| That living like this offers, but habits are so easily formed
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| And not so easily forgotten
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| It’s nothing that some wine can’t sort out
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| Hit the offy, back a bottle
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| Drop two sleeping pills and hope to pass out
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| The run has got me spinning around and down and out
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| I hate the person I’ve become
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| Hate the foil, hate the filters
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| Hate the blister packs but I won’t stop
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| The run has got me spinning around and down and out
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| Praying that the clarity of morning brings
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| A peace to ease the mourning of
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| A loss of control as two lives split in half from a whole
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| She’d say 'I miss you when you’re gone'
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| And I would wish that I was off anywhere else
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| I’m sorry, when I said I didn’t love you
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| What I meant was I hate myself |