Former Self

Decisions are few, although I've found my peace

Avoiding the dark, caressing the sun

Despised by your touch, prefer to be alone

Now lend me your soul, it seems like I'm losing mineAnd this ain't me

Hold my self down with a knife to my throat

And this ain't me

Standing alone as the drugs starts to work

And this ain't meFilled by desire, I'm calm as a storm

Like a state of mind, it's someone you know

Too soon, too cold, this invitation

Now lend me your soul, I fall to damnationAnd this ain't me

Hold my self down with a knife to my throat

And this ain't me

Standing alone as the drugs starts to work

And this ain't me