Darkest Hour

gone are the days
of evasion existences is how you create it
whatever compels you to fucking embrace it
so long as the missing piece of the puzzle is split down the middle
we had better prepare ourselces for a perpetual winter
why do we do this to ourselves
countinuous escape a living hell
like those other lovers
hidden under the covers
its so empty in the arms of another
see what youve done
your irresistable with you sordid stories the morbid glory of it all
remember when times were worth celebrating
pour the wine for the fallen friends and foes sinsing in unison
my hell is a blank piece of paper staring back at me
my hell is wasted potential haunting me
why do we do this to ourselves
countinuous escape a living hell
why do we do this to ourselves
its so fucking empty in the arms of another