I dont know where the future lies.
Im just as scared
As the rest of you guys.
I admit it,
I forget it;
The colour
Of sobriety's eyes.
No funeral
When an angel dies.
Why do the heroes
See themselves as the villain?
Why do the demons
Think they save the day by killin?
Where does the day go?
Why doesn't anyone know?
Sayin sorry
For all the wrong reasons.
Lives are changing
In a matter of seasons.
Sick of staring
At my bedrooms padded walls,
But ill be here
When society falls,
And sobriety calls.
Trying to function
Just aint in the cards
When your mind is a mess
And your body in shards.
Feelin lonely
Walking down the boulevard.
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 4:48 PM UTC
I dont know where the future lies.
Im just as scared
As the rest of you guys.
I admit it,
I forget it;
The colour
Of sobriety's eyes.
No funeral
When an angel dies.
Why do the heroes
See themselves as the villain?
Why do the demons
Think they save the day by killin?
Where does the day go?
Why doesn't anyone know?
Sayin sorry
For all the wrong reasons.
Lives are changing
In a matter of seasons.
Sick of staring
At my bedrooms padded walls,
But ill be here
When society falls,
And sobriety calls.
Trying to function
Just aint in the cards
When your mind is a mess
And your body in shards.
Feelin lonely
Walking down the boulevard.
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