Brodown Showdown

White lines casting a haze within my weakest of moments Sanity slipping the shatter pattern spilling out my misery from the glass unto the floor Addiction's filthy hands won't let loose it's noose around my neck If were to take the leap would you would you follow me down Blinded eyes can't see the pain they've caused Numb sick and broken Calling out for help to deaf ears Numb sick and broken You have no idea the lengths I'd go Just to make my mark in this Blinded eyes can't see the pain they've caused Numb sick and broken Calling out for help to deaf ears Numb, sick, and broken In the grip of December's bite I fall fragile as dead leaves Flash me a smile. Just one makes all the difference In masking how frail I've weathered