AWOL - Darko

I really gotta stop picking fights

With the ghosts of my past

While I’m rolling with the punches

I’m not sure how long I’m gonna last

Pour salt on the open wound

Love the ones that hurt you, say

I really gotta stop picking fights

Or I’m gonna regret this

Berating

Every decision brings a vision of what went wrong

Down with rounds to play with

KO’d

These memories haunting me

I’m starting to think it’s my life

Flashing before my eyes

Every man in a hood is carrying a scythe and creeping

In the corner of my eye

I really gotta stop picking fights

Now the spectres are winning

But I’m smiling through the bruises, cuts and blood

Laughing and grinning

Pour salt on the open wound

Love the ones that hurt you, say

We are not gonna let it go

These memories haunting me

I’m starting to think it’s my life

Flashing before my eyes

Every man in a hood is carrying a scythe and creeping

In the corner of my eye