What Magic Did to Me
The rain pours down upon on my face
Drop by drop washes the dirt of its place
But not even water pouring from the sky
Can clean the filth of this past of mine
Your eyes show your thoughts when you look me up and down
Your eyes are the knives cutting everything I loved and found
A coward, a scum, a loser, a disappointment
No hope, no change, no repent, no revelation
It took what it took for things to come undone
Yet things don't change, nothing has come undone
Addicted once, addicted always, any moment can trigger a slip
So close to the edge every day, If I'm strong I won't trip
I won't fall into that downward spiral I called life
I tend lean in that direction, though, it is not a life
The rain pours more, I look down and see the blood on my hands
A murdered youth, murdered reputation, murdered plans
The blood is my own, something inside me died
The will, the sane, the power to fight
The blood on my hands is my own
I murdered the person I used to know
The rain, and the blood flow down to my feet
I look to the clouds floating right above my being
What can I make of myself or with what's left of me
The courage I had, I need to come back once more
Please come back to me, though I'm sure they've all forgotten the person I was before.
