Initials tattooed inside of my lip
Scars from the bottle on my fingertip
Cigarette burn on the web of my hand
Eardrums shattered
From my nights with the band...
What was your name
It's on the tip of my tongue
Met you on a night when
I was too drunk or too young
It's nice to see you again,
My old friend...
I can hear it in the night time
I can hear the reaper calling
I can feel the rain drops falling
Calling out my name...
Well I swore off drugs and guns
But I spit out razor blades
I wrote my name in blood
I carved out your name...
On the outside I've grown up
Inside I'm still the same
As damaged as can be,
Without going insane...
and I can feel no pain
Cause I'm numb to everything
And you know I won't think twice
Cause life ain't nothing nice
And I can feel no pain
Cause I'm numb to everything
Cause life ain't nothing nice...
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