Isn't it ironic that
We fight for peace?
That we **** murderers?
That we'd do anything to live when we already know we're going to die?

Nothings wrong but nothings right,
I've been walking this tunnel,
but there's still no light.
The pace is slowing down,
I'm just so over this fight

A weary traveler
Destination postponed.
Keeps missing their exit,
reason unknown.

A license to flee yet nowhere to go,
I'm running from my problems
But my gas is running low.

No one likes the waiting game,
Yet it's the game that offers the most.

They say doing it all is an impossible task,
But I’ve come to find doing it sane
Is the impossible part.

Life is full of promises
And yet few promises remain unbroken

People Fall,
Friendships die,
And all that's left to do is lie.

Every word you say, memorized.
So bad, so much
You've already pre apologized.

They keep yelling,
You keep telling.

Rumors spread leaving you in fame
and in the end no one even knows your name.