DEVASTATION AND REFORM

Fear can drive stick and it's taking me down this road. A road down which I swore I'd never go. And here I sit, thinking of God knows what. Afraid to admit I might self-destruct. So lock the windows. And bolt the door. Cause I've got enough problems without creating more I feel like I was born. For devastation and reform. I'll destroy everything I love, And the worst part is. I'll pull my heart out, reconstruct. But in the end its nothing but. A shell of what I had when I first started An injury I'll cause with my own fist. It seems to me to be slightly masochistic. But there'd be no story without all this dissension. So I inflict the conflict with the utmost of intension So lock the windows. And bolt the door. Cause I've got enough problems without creating more I feel like I was born. For devastation and reform. I'll destroy everything I love, And the worst part is. I'll pull my heart out, reconstruct. But in the end its nothing but. A shell of what I had when I first started Thank you, God for giving me the insight. So I might make these wrongs right. If and when there ever is a next time. Cause failure is a blessing in disguise I'll pull my heart out, reconstruct. But in the end its nothing but. A shell of what I had when I first started A shell of what I had when I first started I feel like I was born. For devastation and reform. I'll destroy everything I love, And the worst part is. I'll pull my heart out, reconstruct. But in the end its nothing but. A shell of what I had when I first started when I first started A shell of what I had when I first started