Is everyone right?
Does anyone care?
Is anyone left?
How did they fare?
How did they stand,
with their feet on the ground,
when all I ever did,
was beat them all down?
I want it to all be over.
Does it even matter?
Should I even try?
Does the past pitter-patter,
or just make you cry?
Bad memories they follow,
like a cold winter storm,
but when it blows over,
new ones are born.
I wish it were colder.
Make it a journey,
make it a trip,
live out your life,
and shoot from the hip.
Nobody knows, Nobody sees,
when your life's been well over,
and cut at the knees,
Bad memories they find you,
like a solider shoots straight,
if you dodge out the way,
you're just tempting fate.