Self control, somehow got knowed out of the picture.
Gone forever, desprately so unpure.
Mistakes are made, deals are done.
Just wanting to feel good, and have some fun.
No one around, im trying to find were to reach.
I need the cure, i preach.
I wonder if death is it, what will set me free.
Finalizing us, the way we already know were gonna be.
I pretend it wont hurt, but it already does.
Troubles of a different time, but remembering how love was.
The end is pretty dark, and scary.
Knowing we'll end up, in the cemetary