May I ask you a question about your life
Are you able to ration out your strife
How do you stop feeling the time
Do you freeze your clock
And pretend to mime out the words
From your fractured soul
Wondering if you can ever let go of the past
How do you categorize the bitterness of your pain from greatest to least
Or do you let the rain wash away
The thoughts of yesterday
Flooding your dreams wiith inescapable thoughts
Running from today and the bullets shot
Piercing your skin with rumors of tomorrow
Warning you of the misery to follow
Trying to collapse your trust
How can you trust when it has been broken so many times
How do you get back up after being pushed down
How do you pick yourself back up off the ground
How do you go on even when you have nothing left