Twelve Tribes

You only get one chance
I locked myself away in your hands
Time and again intoxicated by your scent
And I lost it, affection was force fed
Because it wasn't meant for me
You weren't meant for me
I keep a piece of your sincerity
Locked in vials of stress
Rope off the contempt
Tap the syringe
Leave your confession in my skin
You cried for me inside
I thought you die for me
I'm giving myself a second chance to explain
You said all the wrong things as I walked away
Here it comes again
I've been through the desert
On a horse with no name
I sleep in gasoline on a burning floor
So stop me if you've heard this one before
The green in complication
My static situation bends
To transpose my starving expectations end
The leeches spill infection
My reflection shows half a man