The easiest part of this is leaving you

i'm blank from the thinking my mind is a gone
the words just dont wanna write and im doing this wrong
i'm trying to tell you a story of mine
but i'm having some difficulty making it rhyme
ive been sitting here vacantly thinking so absently
about things to say here but they're gone

i can sing about love but i have nothing to say
i can sing about drugs but you hear it everyday
i can sing for revolution but no one will pay
i can sell you my soul if only for one day

so here i am laid bare my heart my body my soul take care
with my broken lines and my personal crimes
tongue tied and bruised on the floor
you may have taken my pride away but you dont have it anymore

do you ever think in your sick little minds
when your sitting alone in the dark sometimes
about ways to defeat your demons you only see
only i know mine cos only i can be me
but they creep in the shadows that reside in your head
and then next thing you know someone is dead
and you come around and realise with dread
that on the floors not your crimson red

so my words are all gone now again i can tell
they burned in my fire and went straight to hell
this is my retribution im forgiving myself
for everything i leave on a shelf
in alone old room where ill never go
laid my demons to rest
now im going home