Kill your own creation

Nothing seems to make sense anymore
How much can one person endure
Empty bottles, dark circles lacing eyes
Intoxication with a pool of lies
The thing with life is its element of surprise
Like betrayal and grief stricken cries
Another thing with life is many forgive
But remember family’s a democracy in which we live
So what path will one take
The tide depends on which you make
I watch you torn, you hesitate
I already know I’m way too late

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