heartache and let downs have always been my get down, reaching for the bottle isn't half as bad as it sounds, getting drunk might be the way to forget, but I know it's my fault and I'll always be the one to say that a Forrest fire, a few missing screws, going thru hell, better than being with you. a burnt out lighter without a match, a heartstring pulled but nothing's attached. a fell like a pound of bricks, a wound opened so wide in need of a few tricks, like the flies rush to a pile of shit, I'll remember soon what it means to feel sick cuz all I am to you is just another prick a Forrest fire, a few missing screws, going thru hell, better than being with you. a burnt out lighter without a match, a heartstring pulled but nothing's attached. knowing life without me always suited you so well, like a mascarade but inside your own prison cell, the only one you lie to is yourself and soon enough you'll realize your just a shell of yourself a Forrest fire, a few missing screws, going thru hell, better than being with you. a burnt out lighter without a match, a heartstring pulled but nothing's attached.
