When all signs of a salvation are gone, you still pray Every last shard you try to piece back together Rays of ultraviolet blast your face, you fled the party Leaving bare and exposed, a lifeless being Cold and hard was the concrete on which you fell upon Bloody palms, scratched and marred Home? You took the leap beyond too far But as suddenly did you stray away so did your whole existence, gone... for good. Deciding to drown and refuse to live The brutal reality It was all too much But drawing the line on an unreal boundary to let go and forget But going back to again It's not an addiction but a decision When everything looks to be lost or shattered It's not because of what happened, it's of what you did.