We’re all just a part of this nonchalant game,
Plotting revenge, explosives, propane.
Pretending to love and have no shame
All the while, we’re going insane.
Walking in reverse, to the beat of their drum,
Never reaching anywhere, things left undone,
Pouring our hearts out , to those who use,
Becoming so prone, used to abuse.
Hoping for a time, with much more light,
Awaiting in the darkness, on this never-ending night.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
We’re all just a part of this nonchalant game,
Plotting revenge, explosives, propane.
Pretending to love and have no shame
All the while, we’re going insane.
Walking in reverse, to the beat of their drum,
Never reaching anywhere, things left undone,
Pouring our hearts out , to those who use,
Becoming so prone, used to abuse.
Hoping for a time, with much more light,
Awaiting in the darkness, on this never-ending night.
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