Remember the war.
You remember the war
of 1994?
When you struggled with yourself,
And left your dreams in a jar on a shelf
Collecting dust and grime
Stuck in a corner in the back on the right.
Remember when you fought yourself?
Trying to decide whether or not you needed help.
Trying to decide who you loved more
You or him, the terrible war of 1994.
Remember the war
Blood and gore
Spread across your face like war paint
And you screamed out your battle cry
For hours on until day became night
His words like bullets hitting your chest
Spitting out nails to conquer what was left
Both sides tried their best
To win something that was never really addressed
Blackmailing each other with things that were never confessed.
What a mess,
The war of 1994.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
Remember the war.
You remember the war
of 1994?
When you struggled with yourself,
And left your dreams in a jar on a shelf
Collecting dust and grime
Stuck in a corner in the back on the right.
Remember when you fought yourself?
Trying to decide whether or not you needed help.
Trying to decide who you loved more
You or him, the terrible war of 1994.
Remember the war
Blood and gore
Spread across your face like war paint
And you screamed out your battle cry
For hours on until day became night
His words like bullets hitting your chest
Spitting out nails to conquer what was left
Both sides tried their best
To win something that was never really addressed
Blackmailing each other with things that were never confessed.
What a mess,
The war of 1994.
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