The Story Of...

Your evil eyes with your glass shaped prize

You smell of smoke with your dirty clothes

We're all afraid of your twelve-step stage

You lose control and you won't let go

You say we're weak, but you can't even speak

You scream your words and they don't flow

Your killer rage feels so much pain

You're one last tick of a time bomb

And I'll someday I will

Bleed the story of

The times you took from me

And I will bleed the story of

The youth you wasted me

I finalize that one last time I've gone away and found my home

You feel ashamed for the life you claim

We've said goodbye and you're all alone

You compromise with the letters you write

But ink is dry and we're way too strong

You give a rose for the stones you've thrown

And that's a shame 'cause you're to late

And I run on, run on, run on, run on out

'Cause I don't want to be that way

Running from the things I've seen running from the name of shame

My silver eyes with my brand new life

The memory stays as I go on

And all the seams that were ripped from me have bound their strands

And I'll do no harm

And someday I'll find a way to trade that pain

And all that's wrong about a man who raised his hand

And I can't get that out my head