I'm an angry young man with no home, no dad
No sweet words of hope, speaking of a different life
Where things go right
Nights on a silent phone
Like I need to hear my thoughts
I go from place to place with the music loud to get away from those monsters
Everyone should know ghosts haunt your mind
Behind your eyelids
Where things get dark
Darker than she thought
So I don't express how I ever feel
Cause she can't even handle the abyss
Life is in color
Splashes of rage red
Connected to passion
And innocent white
Where my actions exist
Throw in black to contradict, thus creating the absence of all that
Boil boil, little human pot of toil and trouble
Get away to that weekend where you have time to escape
You're know Superman nor Spidey
And damn sure no saint
Your heroes aren't real
Why?
The best things I've seen were all fake
Maniac maniac,
This is where you tell the truth
All out in the open
Like being that baby boy escaping the coffin called the womb
Later Days, Longer Nights
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