You wear that twisted badge of honor across your back
A void within because you never can go without
What you lack you will never see
Even though it may be glaringly obvious to me
what's spoiled in your meager inventory
it's not my place to mention there really is no glory
in your sick, sordid, depraved war story
everything which spews forth from your mouth is
merely compost expressed in lies
in an attempt to disguise
the fear you deny hiding in your sad, brown eyes
happiness is for lovers but it's not enough
to fill that ******* hole inside of you
you'll never know happiness it will always elude
it's not what you chase
always trying to stay ahead
in an imaginary race
the chaotic feeling of always being out of place
out of step and out of line
cling suicidally to that void
it doesn't have to be mine