I'm standing in the middle of this street
Wondering why am I here, is there someone to meet?
Is there someone I'm suppose to see?
Someone familiar, who may know me
As I stand here pondering on my purpose of being there
I hear gunshots, and someone falls with short brown hair
Her body is numb as she falls to the ground
While she falls my heart starts to pound
Slowly and slowly my heart beat decreases
She falls and my heart breaks into pieces
Why I am feeling this way I cannot figure
The only thing flashing in my mind is this bloody picture
As her body lays there blood drenched and cold
My mind decomposes, I go insane from the memories of the old
The pain, the laughs, the love, and the depression
I cant concentrate with the constant movie sessions
Playing in my mind are those damn pictures
Pictures of all the things I loved, art, music,and the different cultures
And also the picture of the thing I hated, myself
As I stand in the middle of this long street
I start to feel something wet and cold at my feet
I move my head down Little to get a peek, but...
I dare not look down because of the fear I might meet
The fear of that taunting color of crimson red
Just like the color imprinted on the headboard of my bed
I stand and wait for me to wake up
For someone to pour water on me from a cold cup
But the blood is still there and the body is still numb
I wait, and wait, but no one here comes
People gather around her, maybe they're mourners
They stand and watch as her blood fill all of the corners
But they all pull out guns no matter what the size
And they all shoot the girl, all to my surprise
As they shoot, the pain from her devoured my entire being
As if I could feel the bullets, as if they had a meaning
When I looked at the body, it was covered in blood
I was soon swept away by a heavy red flood
Before I was carried away, I seen a name tag on the girl
I read the name, after that, I knew an end had came to my world
No matter how hard I tried to escape it's grip
I was stuck, and no words would escape my lips
A deep, long tunnel awaited me at the bottom
Where there was no light, just me all by my lonesome.
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What?? were you waiting for some kind of resolve?
No, happy endings and fairy tales, in the end they all dissolve
Into nothing but pain, loneliness, and hurt
So if you think you're happy, stay on high alert
And the name read: "Patria"
