I am smoking my
last ciggaret
a bad girl in a
fucked up world
sitting on the
window sill
smelling the
smoke
taking a trip
back
and the little
girl survived
somehow
but the pain
tears me down
i am not happy
this way
the rivers
relapse in my head
i twist inside
i colapse
relapse
i colpse
in a relapse
my lungs are
filling up
i cant ever
seem to be good enough
i am fighting
to walk a line
to do whats
right
and i fell
again
for years and
years i said i didnt care
said i would
never go there
now i am caught
in the headlights
and i cant
cover my mistakes up
and i cant undo
whats done, so i move on
i am not happy
this way
the rivers
relapse in my head
i twist inside
i colapse
relapse
i colpse
in a relapse
my lungs are
filling up
i cant ever
seem to be good enough
these smoke
chained circles are covering up my hands
the memorys are
holding my head
so i am going
to take shower
wash away my
sins
close the door
wash away my
sins
and pray for
hours
next door there
is a cathedreal
got to look for
somewhere safe now
i cant go home,
so i have to make my own
i am not happy
this way
the rivers
relapse in my head
i twist inside
i colapse
relapse
i colpse
in a relapse
my lungs are
filling up
i cant ever
seem to be good enough