I tried to sell my soul last night, But the devil, he didn’t want it He said, it’s too black and tarnished But the light inside you I can’t abolish I reached out to God, last night I told him I can’t find my way home He told me, you can’t follow my lead There’s a darkness, you must let grow I spoke to my dead nan, last night And asked for the beauty in the truth She said, you won’t find answers here Because the truth is buried inside you
I had a picture in my wallet But I got drunk one night and lost it I found comfort in a lost prophet As I tried to capture an image of it It had your crystal-like eyes And a smile that made December shine A snapshot of a moment in time Those beautiful eyes, that opened mine The portrait of an idea conceived There’s more to life than an angry teen I never did believe in make believe But your picture made me see I had a picture in my wallet But I got drunk one night and lost it
Play me that song You know the one we first danced too Before you let him dance with you When you used to flick of your dancing shoes And refused to dance in tune When I first danced with you Hum those words You know the ones you first sang to me Before you let him get ahead of me When you used to whisper in melodies And refused to accept you’d reject me With those words, you first sang to me Let me hear that melody You know the one that you first whistled along Before the man came who killed us off When you said what we had was strong And you’d always keep the music on Will you play me that song?
I chased your reflection in this glass Found you in a rundown bar after dark So, I raised a glass to the future, All, in an attempt, to drown out the past Another promise, I knew couldn’t last Convince myself I’m not drinking you away If my wish came true, you would stay Would I be falling apart, waking up dazed? Wasting my days, trying to take you away Don’t look past all the weight I gained And don’t ignore all those things I’d say The tequila fades into the thinking faze Depression sinks in, relive all the drinks, You paid with time spent, a wasted day Wasting a week, to drink and escape Raise a glass, to making it past the pain Lies, as you tell yourself you love the taste It’s bitter hate in the sweetness you’ve claimed Live the champagne lifestyle, this is your stage Your hearts aches, the script turns pages You made it this far, it’s too late to change Who said, ‘one little drink never hurt anyone’ Waiting on answers, you know will never come I can see clearly through these forgotten years I don’t need you and I don’t want this beer Cheers
Behind every cover lies infinite amount of realms In the library of life where I learnt about girls Laid down roots but ventured around the world Finally understood the tragedy of fairy tales Rocked the world with a force off the Richter scale Saw where the end begins and success fails Poorly bound, faded title, fragile spine worn A second-hand copy with a few pages torn But the design isn’t what the author wrote it for You own it now, so let the book open doors Let it show you more, it isn’t broke or flawed It’s the reason stories develop a character for You are an author, write your story I need to write mine, no one will write it for me Who’s going to portray me, heroically? Paint the perfect portrait of what I thought of me I am the book with a broken spine, I’m not faulty I’m flawed, some might consider design important But inside these covers, there’s one hell of a story
How could you lie to me and sit there silently after striking your hands against your love so violently and just lie here with me hate drives you crazy in bed turnover and hate me again when did I fall for a slut why does every time I cum feel like I’m giving up what did we do to get here can we love without fear who do we compete with there’s a reason we need to feel complete how did we last this long how did the weak foundations manage to stand here strong how did something this wrong go on for so long we should let it be each week, we beg to leave cut our nose off to spite our face that’s how we forget to breathe you’re just like me tit for tat, tricky tactics who’s got your back when ratchets are out to attack it when you give into a mad bitch that’s as bad as me she’s just like me
It’s hard to admit, I lost the fight trying to knock out the dints in my dented pride Chasing women, misbehaving and sinning nobody ever taught me how to discuss my feelings So, I grunt out loud and expect you to understand and bow at the feet of what you call a man Whilst I sip this beer, I’ve never shed a tear not being the man, is the only thing I fear Grown men don’t cry, hold your shoulders high you can’t be a gentle man, playing the tough guy So, I push out my chest, overdo the reps hang a few too many weights on the bar I press Then ignore my legs, all I need is upper body strength perform eight more reps then grunt out loud again Then hit the bar, drink until I fall and hit the bar then take out my aggression on all those that laugh Then grab her arse, who said I needed to ask? I’m the man, she should be grateful she got the chance Because I’m the man, right?