The man that you created.
The man that you hated...
Laying in the halls
how I'm a bloody mess...
The rusty barrel sits in the alley way
orange that glows from inside it...
I look all around me
Everywhere I can see...
The clock is blinking Seven-thirty
Can barely see the sunrise for the trees...
I wait around, but no one calls at all
I sit alone, and wait for you to fall...
First of all, I wrote this for a school...
War.. What is it good for...
Societal Aches
Cold stories wave through the media...
If I was gone
Who would know...
What would I do,
Leave this place I know so well...
The potential of a man
is something that he can do...
I’m the one they least expected
I’m the one they thought was good...