Bleed Dry...

The stars all stay the same  
but I know I did not.  
All emotions that I once felt.  
They changed for the worst.  
 
Burning photos of my past life.  
That person doesn't exist anymore.  
Think I'll confess one last time.  
About the sin I'll commit.  
I commit to sin.  
 
I used to be that good boy, always praying along my bedside.  
Though the older I was getting things started seeming clearer.  
It wasn't easy saying goodbye to the person I once was.  
It wasn't easy accepting sin, gladly, into my lifestyle.  
The last time I said a prayer I threw it to the world.  
Didn't really care whether it's caught in a butterfly net or a spider's web.  
Living as a sinner or a saint, I let the world decide for me.  
That was the gamble I took and I still don't know whether or not I won or lost.  
From the womb to the tombs that's what each of us are guaranteed.  
Following a single path but I can never keep track of both.  
Dying young or dying old can catch you when you least expect it.  
With each passing night I feel I'm sleeping closer to my grave.  
 
I've let my heart bleed dry.  
You just stood and watched.  
If I ever fell would you catch me?  
Or would you just be too afraid?  
Afraid of what I become.  
 
Take my side for a moment.  
Do you see the things I'm seeing?  
The pure innocence of a child can easily be just as corrupted.  
Staring as if tranced, this isn't a mistake that can be corrected.  
This is the world is which we created.  
Innocence is replaced for lonesomeness.  
See?  
Adapting to another cruel home again.  
Isn't home supposed to be a safe place, was it a lie?  
Wasting time by thinking this home deserves the best.  
The swelling to my eyes won't stop when I say "It'll be fine..."  
So I'm going to be as cruel as I can be coming out those doors.  
Raised to become a feral beast this something I can't escape.  
I'll be the best I can be...  
I'll be the best I can be...