Thru Your Fingers - Strung Out

My happiness crawling in the bottom of this pool

Just another day throw your prayers away

Your not alone thru your fingers your life just slips away

I fight my personal war

In the end there is no score my life just slipped away

Another ounce of heaven a waste box of twisted love trembling hands

Lift me to a world far above taking on a whole new shape

My whole world drifts away now i feel the orders and i must obey

Drunken ass all day to a bar the more things change

The more things stay the same this drug is just another game i play

With my soul to lose all control

And wait for death to take me away