Drunken sleep, a shepard without his sheep, taking what you've said and slowly admitting defeat, and when the casket closes and all my mistakes are exposed it'll be such a relief for you to know the road that I'd chose, and when you think of me in your bed when you're trying to FALL ASLEEP some nights I hope I'm not remembered as a fuck or someone you despise, I'm composed of cheap cigs and fast food, I need your time but I'm not trying to intrude, I just needed you to hear me, not the guy you've heard that sings those songs the real me with feeling, the one who did you wrong, I long for just a minute, a minute of your time, I'll probably ask for forgiveness cus right now I'm in my prime, every single second of every day and every moment I replay all of the words I said the ways I left you broken, I'm choking and soaking in things she wrote in her notes and I feel a lump in my throat just wishing time could be frozen, detached I relapse and sit back and watch the days pass, maybe it's best if I'm forgotten with no backlash, and it's somehow so soothing to see you finally move on, I don't feel like I'm losing, it just hurts when you flaunt, I want something more for you than I could ever give, it makes me fucking sick inside you'd choose me over him cus I can't buy you nice things or even things that you need, I'd steal the moon for you or food for you and starve while you feed, can't you see? I'm a mess, an added stress, a vacant nest, glued together by memories and you said it best, life's a bitch until we die and for the longest time I tried to tell myself that that was a lie, and I'd shy away from thoughts like that but now I just thrive, some days I feel as if my brain won't let me unwind, I sound so pathetic but I'm losing my pride, but I can't hide in it, I'll die in it before I subside, don't leave me hanging, all your things packed in your car and I'm facing all the things that I said, all the nights stuck in my bed wishing you could leave, but you were scared of losing me, watching your car pull out of the driveway for one last time, I'm sick and i'm stuck in a rut it's a thin line between all the tensions, the suffering and trials, and my own self absorbed way of life, I'm a child, I wanna taste you one more time, and tell you you're all mine but now I'm left with no spine, and all the blame's just mine, it's a crime to hold you here with those eyes, if you ever see or think of me I hope you realize that you're better off now, and I'll always be proud

I'll Always Be Proud

Enzalla and I started a song when I visited him in Milan. This is the final product :)

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Lyrics:
City streets crying out like banshees
He's listening to the music in the night 
Cursing out the names that said his dreams would never be
Giving into their ordinary lies

Oh, oh - I won't break down 
He says, although he knows he's ripping at the seams
Oh, oh - But he knows now
They've got him wrapped around their fingertips,
Oh, he's wrapped around

And he's holding onto hope with a glass of moonshine
Drowning in the night as the stars collide
And he's holding onto hope with a glass of cheap wine

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