bouque

no body greets me when i come home
im just another word carved in stone
i lay 2 rest in peace in my shallow grave
im just another lost soul that wasnt saved
the law is in the room 2 your right
u could go with it or u could fight
speak ur mind if it dosnt speak 4 it self
brains cant be controlled by one mans wealth
absorb the information into your brain washed mind
if u dont already no love and hate r 2 man kinds
some ppl wish they had an oppurtuntiy
2 show the world not just there community
that what they can do can change the world 4 the best
some liars always lie but some will confess
one chance is all we ask 4 but we wont get it
and even if we do great things we wont get any credit
lose lose situation thats all life is
u can never gain all u do is give
some cant handle this and seem 2 question
what is the point and are we missing the lesson
what we show is all we got 2 lose
and what we no is what we can abuse
no body greets me when i walk trough the door
but they will be there cryin when im washed up on the shore
thats how it is when it comes 2 ppl caring
they wont care 4 you if ur not worth bearing
u think ur on the same boat as everybody else
but we r all drowning and we r our own help
what we dont understand is if we work 2gether
the land gets closer and we can last 4ever
a tear drop is nothing compared 2 there bawls
another man jumping means another man falls
we all combine as one big potion
and we all die as victims of emotion
we cry 2 hard over things 2 small
and we die when the cause is nothing at all
its crazy how corrosive we can be
and its unreal of the big things we dont see
we want oppurtunitys but we dont get it
cuz we let them go bye cuz we r scared 2 take it
home sweet home never tasted so bitter
we all r getting accused of being the quiter
my mind is running from pure disaster
but time seems 2 be running so much faster
and im weighed down by the burdons on my shoulders
my ears hurt so bad from hearing about our helpless soldiers
im not sure when anything will come 2 peace
im not sure if this craziness will ever leave
i critisize the world that dosnt mean i dont do it 2 the mirror
i will acuse myself of being afraid of fear
i will kill myself over one lost cause
i will kill anyone who dosnt believe in santa clause
we all want a piece of the insensed bouque
we all want a flower on our shallow grave





JC




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