I've never had heavier shoulders
From carrying the pain of others
But like the life I live
Winning has'nt ever really mattered
My philosophical blows and ethically strikes on peoples minds
Doesn't help me go to sleep
And the pain clutching my heart
Is getting closer to killing me
What are flowers to a flame?
Made ash by unpredicted rain...
If metaphors could inspire deaths
We wouldn't have to cry anymore
Why care for anything?
In a world where liars disguise themselves as friends
Were promised nothing
But assume there's peace and happiness in the end
I've strained my eyes for the last time
Hoping for a glance at "Peace"
And I've made my mind up
The world...
Has got the best of me
