Mine is not a new story.
Mine is nothing new.
But it is for me.
Names don't really matter in this city.
We all have our own stories of course.
Mine starts like yours.
I had a loving father and mother.
Key word is had.
Roll the dice, play your cards,
Break the rules, that's who you are.
We moved to this cursed city.
And it went downhill from there.
The devil closed his grip around this place.
Some couldn't survive in it.
My father was one of them.
Whoever said play it safe never played the game.
Too many players but too many pawns.
So many judges say what's right or wrong.
Let them jump into the fire if they want to play.
He realized the only way to live was criminal.
The new life didn't treat him well.
He lay dead for a day in some dark alley.
The devil took his last breath.
Two simple rules the devil hands us.
Make your mistakes, but no second chances.
Every time we stand up is another chance to fall.
When he died, so did my mother.
She died mentally.
One glass turned to several.
Several turned to bottles.
Judgment day calls in on markers.
Haunted hell and it's getting darker.
As they carry you away, you wonder what went wrong.
I loved her all the same.
No matter the cursing or the crying.
Inside she was still the mother I knew and loved.
I couldn't love myself though.
Seems like doomsday has come early this year.
The last angel has gone.
That's what the city has done to me.
I can't remember the last time I cried.
Dead Wrong by The Fray
Doomsday by Atreyu
Deadly Game by Theory of a Deadman