Time to reflect now
have we stayed on the verge of our victory?
pain is relative and constant,
makes us down and weary.

Wounded but fighting,
why ******* this good day sunshine.
pain makes us shift paths
from this point to another side.

Changing and running,
efforts you've given are diffused.
now you're mad again to the world,
hurt is the catalyst you abuse.

When you want change
but you give awe by playing the same hits
over and over, your ill advised murmurs,
are hiding in your ego and ****.

Don't blame people leaving,
******* your attitude mister.
We are high and rebellious as ****
face your kind future sinister.