I just admitted to this whole house,
I don't have a care for his name,
not anything, not what he's done, what's
to come, all I can say is that nothing has
been alright for me.
The savior that hangs above me is a figure
of speech, of values that we follow and
for years I've been brainwashed or so to speak,
but I can't give up my roots because of these
minds that make everything so delicate to
handle, but people look at it and smile, you can
be visionaries to, and not just in your faith.
I've had to go through pain, not like many, or not as
many, but its enough to say, I'd give up my life, to
see how it should be lived, who it should be with,
and just how the needs of the world should be met,
and more importantly in the way that suits me,
but don't forget the liars they'll speak the loudest,
and never leave, until their mets are met, our confusion
with stay, they won't tell what you really wanted.
How you turn back towards the past when your so
distraught, so unknown are your hopes, but it's too late,
I'll stop leading you on about things that are right and
leave you alone, your killing yourself, and you won't let
go, so young, but the matter at hand has made you
so old.
Back to the matter at hand,
I've lost much communication with what's out there,
something in my chest is lifted, and my happiness,
no that's always been gone, still I haven't had true
feelings in such a while, a care in the world, and maybe
a girl can cure it but, on these terms, I don't think
I'm going to get out alive.
So many ideas of what's left, and what's the end.
Who will have the end of us, and silently we may
never know, and a chance can't happen, it's already
been there and some how its killed the rest of time,
and each line I write shows that this pain I feel isn't leaving,
what has been in me just gives me more to tell,
but there isn't a soul who, could stay up with me
through the night, whoever said living was fun,
must have died just as they said that line.
