They say all the water on Earth
Has been drunk
At least
Once.

I guess it doesn't present itself
As a groundbreaking secret:
We're all just mainly
***.

Little soldiers and heroes of this country
who proved to be braver than the rest.
They have set an example for the world to see.
They were the children dressed in green.

They fought the guns with their pens
and wrote their names on the land with their blood.
Those eyes are now closed that held a million dreams.
They were the children dressed in green.

Even the seven skies are scarred that witnessed
the innocent souls flying to the heaven.
They were smiling for they were finally free.
They were the children dressed in green

My life is a road shaped like a figure 8.

directionless. pointless. But I know I’ll be late.

Can’t drown these demons, that i taught how to swim.

The fighting gets tiring, somebody call Jake & Finn.

I'd spent all the money that i don't have
if it made me not tired for an entire day
i'd give up years of my life
to feel good for a while
but if i can never do that
and spent my whole life being weak
i'll still
write awesome stories

" I've been busy"
sleeping,drinking,smoking
its a routine
thats implanted into my blood
everyday is beautiful,
but everyday I'm dead
walking  through everyones eyes
no one sees me
no one knows me
but every one hates me

her touch
that i know so well
brings me to life
with her smile
that rhymes her clear eyes
her clear eyes
her blue eyes
oh i know what makes me move on

his voice i know so well
his laughter that makes me cry
a friend who's become my brother
reminds me of my father
when i see him looking out the trains window
with sadness lingering down  his eyes
oh i know  what makes me move on

with every one laughing behind  there emotions
i lay there staring
with smoke in my eyes
oh I've gone blind
and no one yells
out for me
I'm falling through
my beds mattress
searching for comfort i cannot find

oh you know what i feel
but you still have the guts
to cut me up
you know what i say
but you still have the nerve
to take what i say away from me

no more please
let me melt
let me die
through your skin
cause your the only one
that makes me warm
forever

If I held out my hand
would you take it ?
it's warmth ready to permeate your soul
but what would it tell you of me ?
the scar on my finger
the wrinkling skin
the crooked pinkie
the gnarl on my thumb
stories to be told
if you would only take hold.

A celebration.
Another source of liberation.
Between these sweat drenched walls of intoxication.

This is my life.
Wondering a maze of moral corners.
Passed under the lights of no last orders.