fog covered streets, driving through this ghost town
the rear view mirror haunts me, but i ain't ever lookin back
this self inflicted addiction keeps draggin me down
but i like to forget and i like to smile
i'll sober up in the morning when i need to function
wear a mask of perfection and lie to my reflection
tortured by the wrongs i've done, the the past is a joke
here i'm stuck within these walls, nothing ever feels good
it's black with regret- corpse like and decayed-
this heart of mine-
those memories try to keep up but i ain't lookin back
this road is dark enough, and i can't see clearly
