All My Words
You saw all my words
And still missed my fucking point.
Thanks for the ruin.
You saw all my words
And still missed my fucking point.
Thanks for the ruin.
The faulty vices
Scratching through my weathered skin
Cause inner peace grief.
I will die fighting,
Singing honor and justice
With truth on my lips
When my battle ends,
With my heart finally free
And my soul at peace.
I have long missed you
As I once knew you to be
Not as you now are.