Order up your pain,
order it in degrees,
knowing full well
that the ordering
in its self is a disease.

Free me from these
greasy chains of disgrace,
stop me from hurting,
bring me to my place.

One time or another,
everyone misses someone..

While I toss the dice,
trying to decide whether
to miss you or just get used to
not having you around.

Either way, it all seems nice,
I smash that link... there,
I'm no longer bound.
It always takes a little of something
to bring me around.

Living is free but not always easy,
I'm here to enjoy what comes.
It doesn't always sit well with me,
what makes it priceless is having friends and family.