Find Myself

Failure

Well I guess the journey begins Leave it all Behind I'm scared Stomach curdles within

You're nervous again get your Surgery then

A handful of pills and a bottle of Gin

I turn to the end as I wallow Within

I'm nothin a follower then

ITS FINE its fine to your enemies And family And friends

Then it is to me too then that's All that it is

I slowly descend only to bend

Lonely with the death of my soul And that's it

And I'm cold and I'm bitter and I'm closing And I don't know if ill Continue down the Road to the End