Oh, our world how it’s changed
Nothing’s the same, I don’t
The silent night begins to call
He listens for the voices
I don’t see things quite the same
Pictures inside my brain
Twisted
How do you feel about life
Are you tired of trying
How
You cannot run or hide
From the pain that lives inside
Taking
Look at the world we’re living in
War, hate, killing the
White witch fever, the only way you know
Night time creeper,
Bridges burn, the lessons learned
Often slip the mind
Complicate the life
The smoke from my last cigarette
Disappears into the lights
Waiting on
Thoughts once flourished, now twisting, curving
Around his head, all his
You have crossed the line
Your suicide, the final ride
You ignored
How can you walk alone child
How can you walk alone
How
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