a car with no air
can fit only so many souls inside
when one is angry the other cries
a family to be, a war to fight
hey, look at me, i made it out alive

the home i run to
once broken, now a shadow
i feel fear strike
but i always believed
that the grass was greener on this side
and look at me, i'm still alive

my breaths are shaky, quaking
just waking up to sheer screaming
these memories are what make men lie
and to know that her face resembles mine
makes me remember even more
and i realize those screams were most certainly mine
but, look at me, i'm barely alive