Distant Heart

passion pleasure disdain and life
really in the end it isn't worth the hype
she'll turn her back and never think twice
and alone i'll sing songs about my twisted life

slowly drowning in my own lament
twisted cold shattered and bent
not hearing a word not a single e-mail sent
so many shots to the heart there's a permanent dent

but really why sit and tell theses four walls my greif
the sword in my heart shall never sheith
im the dirt under your shoe cowering beneath
to weak to stand and take any of the heat

no scapegoats for evil or saving from sin
my qualities are deadly and poisoning me within

so i'll take these scars and burns in stride
while i sit and wait for a day i wont have to cry