Starting this life with unrealistic expectations
even through my past transgressions,
Never forgiven and all this time away we have been driven,
Setting the bar that I never seemed to reach,
I grew tired, no more words to preach.
Repeating a vicious cycle and now our love is no longer a burning fire.
Just Cold ashes in a funeral pyre.
I guess you guys are going to get Scotty the metalizer, punk style.