Diary of a Corpse

You're wrapped around dead fingers

Love running on piss and vinegar

A beaten horse that just won't die

A movie playing in the back of your mind

And here you are still by their side

When you both twist the same lie

A broken record stuck in its grooves

And you hold on like it's something to prove

I

Keep repeating

The same mistakes

And never reach an end

I

Can't decipher

What's love and what's fear

And my reasons why I'm still here

Why do I fear reactions

Of those dead and gone

Why do I embrace deception

And sing the same old song

Never ending promises

Restarting bitter ends

Why do we waste our breath

When this love is dead

I

Keep repeating

The same mistakes

And never reach an end

I

Can't decipher

What's love and what's fear

And my reasons why I'm still here

I speak so poorly of those I hate

To fall in love with them time and again

I try so hard to please those around me

That I neglect myself in the end

Redeemed by worst my inhibitions

And the feeling of love's remission

Why?

Do I do it to myself again?

Why?

Do I do it to myself again?