The only mastermind behind my own demise
This I admit a choice, not so wise
But who can know the truth of me-more than I?
Inside a mind of intense memories, lies a scared child
A lost soul, left here in solitude gone wild
But who knows the thoughts of mine-more than I?
Bitter broken promises fill the glass, now shattered on the floor
Anger so ramped, it is contained no more
But who knows the limits I can cross-more than I?
Revenge freely pours from my lips like wine
Who better to drink it up, drink up this pain of mine.
But what can put this broken heart a rest-more than I?