I've given up too many nights, in hopes to hide
Biting down on my lip, making sure I feel the
Fall to your knees, line your head in thorns.
Gather the
Why are we feeding from the guts of reason?
pulling the
Fighting against generations of wrong
We have an anger problem spreading
You find things about yourself that you will soon forget.
Counting
My heart beats in slow songs
pumping moments through my
Skies above are closed to me
Forgetting names when shaking hands
Friends
Pack your fists full of hate take a
swing at
A never ending battle I have with myself that I
This life is spent standing close to the edge
They stay
Afraid
Getting closer to the breaking point.
With blatant words, my voice
Law's on my back
Pressure's always on
Never able do things on
searching for answers but not
seeing shit cutting through my
Every day is a fight every fight is a
loss
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