Found my self drinkin again,
I could say I was just thinkin again,
But that would be a lie,
I was trying to disguise the wound,
tears filled my cup,
as I sipped I yelled cheers to the good times,
cheers to the bad, cheers to the memories you left me
, everything I have, everything Ive done,
everything means nothing when your on the run,
Ive lost a piece of me, my soul flys but not high enough to touch where you rest your eyes.
So I'll strive to be a better person may my words sore to the sky
maybe then you could hint to god I deserve a place by his side,
Till then though those pictures will be on repeat,
the slide plays o