If I died tomorrow, how would you take the news?
Would you drop down on your knees and wonder why...
I keep a razor in my pocket
I keep it just in case...
Fingers moving quick across the strings
The bow sliding gracefully across...
The ode to joy
Has lost it's joy...
I stand alone
wishing and hoping...
1,2
what am i going to do...
The lies
the hurt...
Smacked in the face with true reality,
With the truth of life surrounding me...
The game is over,
The mask is off...
He cried out for help, no one was there,
nobody listened, they didn't care...
Fire burning cold; laughter turned to screams...
lonesome in a croud; lowest of low self esteems...
It's so much like writing,
What words can't explain...