This is self destruction, but its up to you.

Im not inquired by her

I know i can't do that again

But how can i be in love with you

if youre still in love with him

 

Thats the story of my life

The first chapter and the end

You say i can't do whats not been done

but i say rules are made to bend

 

Heres a thought that might actually phase you

Now that my demons have walked and trod

The sad thing is you carved their path

and now i dont believe in God

 

You sold my soul for me

Forged my name on a line of dots

All our memories lay at my feet in ash

and my dreams left in the box

 

The aftermath, of that foolish trash

Will soon be fossil fuels and roadside flares

And what do you have to say, when all the love we made

Only pollutes the air

Author's Note

ignore grammar