Buds

Drown my sorrows in this water that gives life Rejection from your ways, hard to realize This blessings cursed, this daggers out Please save my soul Convictions crushing down, I'm going on my own Hard times The hour of reckoning Who is left Until the grave You kill the logic in each word that has been taught Contradictions blind the message that you brought This mind is mine, this daggers sharp I'll own my own soul Convictions crushing down, I'm going on my own Hard times The hour of reckoning Who is left Until the grave Shattered instincts Like a gun shot Ripping through that empty night I tried my best to keep my head up high Questioned all Was I lied to? Searching for what is what's wrong or right Like all the rest I was left unto myself Only answer It's not your fault Found strength in the fires inside Now my guiding light is my own vibe Hard times The hour of reckoning Who is left Until the grave.