Death is the ultimate winning in life, is that why they call the bottle they stuff you in an urn...

He's a fighter in flight, cause he can't handle life,
All his years in this army, **** we put up a fight,
Though all of the challenges can create quite a strife,
He cut through our problems, he was our knife,
But the fights weigh you down, til you've hit the ground,
And you're tied to more leashes than a dog in the pound,
But what warrior runs, they take battles head on,
And the battlefield needs them the most they're gone,
But his selfish ways always seem to prevail, now we're left hopeless, we're bound to fail,

I won't envy the rich kid to whom struggles unknown,
Is misery struggle or a life made of chrome,
Is it the transition from diamond to stone,
Or Is it the transition from fire to snow,
Are we all here for the emotions evoked,
Or are we all here for the thoughts we provoked,
But with wars nearly won, I reflect on the past,
I never liked the journey I was mad, but alas,
These battles are over, they don't ever last,
But wars always go on, ends a fallacy,
And perpetual happiness is our fantasy,
We need our leader our king, can't you see,
But he broke honor code, and he lost all our trust,
So now we must leave him out, in the dust,

So I'm stuck here it's cold, and I'm all alone,
I've abandoned all hope, but weakness can't be shown,
The ice burns worse than fire, and I'm covered in snow,
So I'm trapped in the dungeon, locked away to grow old,
The only one with my key is my army, so bold,
But I deserve what I got, and it's their key to hold,
But if they just choose to see me I'll be as free as can be,
But my war is now over, I just want to leave,
I'm a quitter, a failure, so I accept defeat,
Goodbye my old friends, family and army,
Soon I will be one with the lost and deceased

Everyone's a broken mirror,
Throwing their pieces at me,
All I feel are shards of glass and all I see are tears,
A mirror shatters from the shelf,
In each and every piece,
I see battles of sorrow and grief,
But all I really see is myself,

I'm a cheap **** glass,
They're encased with gold,
I'm only here to make them last,
So I have to remain bold,
I'm their cover, their hope,
The only reason they can cope,
So I can never shatter,
Or all their pieces will scatter,
But all mirrors break eventually,
So why do we prefer the latter

Lost in a world of sorry and tears,
Blood stains on her dress, built up over the years,
A new problem solved, results in thousands of beers,
The only scars that remain are thousands of fears...

Dear tombstone,

I stand in front of you today,
All these years of perpetual pain, drives me to stare at the graves,
Now I stand beside you, waiting for an answer on judgement day,
Don't be shy, let it out, tell me what you will say,
Will you tell me I'm worthless, will you tell me I didn't amount to ****,
Will you tell me that my life was wasted, on sheer anger and hatred,
Will you be the first to tell me I was right, or the last to tell me I was wrong,
I don't want to pick a fight, I just want to know where I stand tonight,

Dear tombstone,

I've written and you haven't answered,
Why should I keep calling if you don't ever respond,
I've lost all hope and demons are taking over,
Tell me what I should do, please, how do I get through to you,
You sit there so peacefully, never receiving disrespect,
And all who come to see you feel a sense of regret,
I saw two boys this morning here, with a bottle of spray paint,
Once they saw the tombstones, they stopped and walked away,
You are feared and loved and hated all at the same time,
And you are respected more, than anyone alive,
I watch some who have held a grudges stop and say, I loved this man, when it wasn't true, is that what they'll say about me,
Please give me an answer, who am I to assume what they will tell me on judgement day,

Dear tombstone,

You won't respond to me, is it because I'm that horrible and everyone else can see,
Is it because I have no friends and no one cares about me,
Is it because I'm worthless and useless as can be,
Why don't you tell me, just have some sense of integrity and be honest with me,  
No answer, fine, I'm not visiting again,
I'm done writing these letters, you know what here's my pen,
Take my shirt too, and my pants and shoes,
If you won't respond to me then clearly I don't deserve you,
This is the final goodbye and I have one last thing to say,
Dear tombstone, if I may, I don't care anymore what they say about me on judgement day...