| These days are dark and the nights are cold
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| People acting like they lost their soul
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| And everywhere I go I see another person like me Trying to make it all feel like home
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| Standing on the bridge in teh dark and I’m seeing my breath
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| Trying to make it home without freezing to death
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| And my grandfather’s face is Stuck in my mind mind and how
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| Seeing him tonight’s gonna be the last time I should’ve
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| brought a jacket
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| Blowing in my hands like it’s really gonna stop the chill
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| I buy a cup of coffee with a five dollar bill
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| Thinking
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| Laying in that box people look so still
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| At times like these you start thinking
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| Your first breath in and the clock starts ticking
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| I’m not trying to bum anyone out
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| Not trying to be dramatic
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| Just thinking out loud
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| I’m just trying to make some sense in my mind
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| Some defense from the cold that I’m feeling outside and for
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| a minute
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| Escape with some rhythm and rhyme and
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| Get away from the grey
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| Just a bit at a time
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| Kinda funny how this world can treat you
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| Like a freak in a sideshow
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| A carnival creature
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| Climbing outta cans
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| I’m a diamond in the sand
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| But you cant tell the difference on a beach full of rhinestones
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| My life’s like trying to swallow a pinecone
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| It’s tough when you live fast
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| Just to die slow
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| Talk to dial tones
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| My dreams are far-fetched
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| It seems
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| So I sleep underneath this park bench
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| I know it don’t make sense
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| And I don’t expect you to know what it’s like
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| Smoke
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| Drink
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| Piss
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| Sniffing everything in my sight
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| Push rocks in a pipe
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| Liftoff
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| I keep puffin 'til my lips turn white
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| And my chest gets tight
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| But who the fuck really cares
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| When you’re
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| So far left behind that even death looks right
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| All I can do is hope for teh best and pray
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| That it gets a little better than yesterday
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| Pardon me I think I’m nect to url
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| Too many problems going on That’s why I left my girl
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| Packed my bags and traveled with a pen and a notepad
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| Pissed that I was broke and all the things that I dont have
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| But still
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| I try toi find a way to escape
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| From all teh hate planted in my head which lead to mistakes
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| But now I’m breaking the mold
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| See I was patient and calm
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| Many sleep in the rain
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| But I’m awake in the storm
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| Writing my life in a short film
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| The Rise and Fall
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| How I managed to scorch hills
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| And climb the walls
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| Pound pavement
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| Aimless in the cold existence
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| Even thought thangs are changing
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| I’m going the distance
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| Overcoming the doubt that had controlled for so long
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| And put it all behind me
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| 'Cause life still goes on Now I’m much stronger and know where I stand
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| While lost souls search over and over again
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| These days are dark and the nights are cold
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| People acting like they lost their soul
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| And everybody’s trying not to cry
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| Trying to get by And trying not to feel out of control
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| And if you look hard enough
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| Sometimes you’ll find a place that might just remind you of home
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| But if it doesn’t feel like home
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| You can do what I do Just pretend you don’t feel so alone
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| Mich.STR aka Mich from STR :). |