Vendetta

Sometimes good and sometimes bad, what fame gives me
I’m lucky to be alive, even if I’m dressed to the nines
I carry a burden and a sentence that weighs me down, my heart pushed me on

A wound opened up and the past hurts, I act like nothing’s wrong
Things change since I’ve suffered, I realized I didn’t appreciate
All the love, the friendships, and the truths, even if they cause pain

Tired eyes, sleepless nights, and stress under my pillow
I throw in the towel, the desire fades, but I barely feel anything now
No prayers or healing, I’ll always carry this curse

Our Father, don’t judge me if I act up and I’m like this
The vendetta carries the name, there’s not much more to say about it

Whatever happens, tomorrow they’ll still be talking behind my back
Sometimes I cry and karma tells me my debt is paid
Now he owes me and damn it, all the good must come too

A guitar, four walls, that’s what will calm my cravings
Life is short, but it can be that many times due to my ignorance
I no longer reason, don’t question me, and if God wills it, I hope for a good future

Voices echo in my head, tormenting my thoughts
My cold hands singing alone, extinguishing my feelings
I can’t see myself, I can’t find myself, I’m losing it, I don’t know what happened

What we receive we give, and I no longer have a heart
Their souls will burn, ashes are all they are