Stress, love, and the smoking guns

This place like to hide its secrets
its thoughts, its hopes, and its regrets.
this place likes to show its wounds, it likes to show its pain
its homely and comfortably insane
this place eats us whole it feeds our soul
it like a life wrapped in foil
thrashing, beating, fighting and a sigh
i sit and watch the days go by
this place gets to you, it hides its hate
i cant wait till i walk out that gate
it makes you steam, it makes you think
it also can make you shrink
into a tiny ball within yourself
they put the troubled on the shelf

they make ideas and kill them with lies
they make the promises, they stick to your eyes
they make the rules that break your spirit but love will save the rest of my merit
my bonds with reality slowly shatter as i withgo climbing the ladder
my ties with a monkey make it better
it took awhile to get her
but now that shes mine ill never let her go
our love is secret, it doesnt show
friends have lies and so do i
but ill count the loving moments that never pass me by
this place seems to kill you but with her it makes the pain a little less agonizing
it seems theres much less striving
i look into hr heart and its filled witho hope
my life as a cannon and your holding the rope