I’m viewing life as a playground to play
oneverybody wants to give adviceusing the bottle
as an icon to pray onis my religion without
compromiseI’ve seen it all through the eyes of
a blind manhis destination led me back where I
wasshe loved me then she loves me nowgot to be
goingshe said her peace at the break of DecemberI
know I lost her and she’ll never returnit’s
such a blur that it’s hard to rememberman I had
it coming I just didn’t know whengoing to see
her was to find consolation hoping the final
bridge we had hadn’t burnedI rang the door bell
- nobody answeredI tried the lock but my key
wouldn’t turn
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