Mud Slinger

If it was up to me
the world would be full of second chances.
But at the rate I'm going
I'll end up like another character.

With no story of my own.
With no home.
And spending my Friday nights alone.

Opinions can be harsh.
and my mouth was made to tell you these words.
But I don't want to walk alone.
I'm not afraid to admit my mistakes
and shadows in corners don't frighten me.

But I have this feeling,
I'll be the only one at my funeral.

These graves I dig with my hands
will pull me down.
The hearts I brake with my eyes
will cut me to pieces.
And the people I cast out, with all I have
will come back.

And when they do,
I'll fight with everything in me.

But I'm no hero,
I'm not another Christ.
Because I'll end up dying in the fight.
And my only regret will be not wearing the right attire