playing with bright light.
desperate to make it right.
everything is a muddy fight.
when you shoot on sight.
everyone's got their gripe,
marginalized into hate or like.

so take the time out.
breathe, breathe in and out.
I never meant to shout.
but then things got too loud.
things always get too loud.

you walk around like nothing's wrong.
I sit down and time is long.
feeling like a little, useless pawn.
where can I find the comfort to lay down?
why don't you just go on your way?
no one here asked you to stay.