Who would care?
If I left this earth in despair?
This is what I say to myself,
As I cut myself to be fair.
Everyone has their share
And I have mine,
I ask myself,
Am I the only one who can read,
Between the lines?
People sit and dine,
Drinking glasses of wine
Sitting by piles of gold,
And other treasured finds.
They're surrounded by huge metal shrines,
Specifically designed,
For their brilliant minds
While different kinds,
Of lies,
Flow through the steeple,
While others work inside,
A big huge ore mine.
I think to myself,
I wish to die,
And then I say,
That's a lie
Because,
My friends need me
They need someone as a lead,
Me
I've broken free
And they struggle and follow me
And I start to see
How much they love me.
They were there to hold me up at my worst
And they were there to celebrate the best
Now lets go,
I don't need a rest
So put on that vest
I'm going back in
And pulling then out.
