I wish I could express myself without moving,
But now I have to pick up that pen once again.
And I have to forget about my family and friends.
I need to push the thoughts of that knife in my back aside
And wait it out.
Because when I wake up tomorrow,
I need to be a little stronger,
A little faster,
Pun on a little bit more brawn.
Grow up for a change.
Stick it like a brick in sand
And make an attempt at going unnoticed.

Let the tears run down my face,
Let my body drain of any pain
Because if it doesn't then my bloods gonna spill one more time.
And I know I can't take that.
Just throw me one more punch,
With extra black and blue on the side.
But please,
Leave the coughing up my insides for another day.
One more drop of red and I might think its over.