Everyday of my life is a constant war
A difficult battle to keep from hitting the floor
The knowledge haunts me, that i can't be more
It seems this world is rotten to the core
I shake from the chill that old habits bring
The chill that will kill me, damn does it sting
And when my body finally die let the bells all ring
When that happens, plug your ears, or the dead man will sing
This repetition is a constant reminder
That I have no real chance, never be with her
Only these small poems i hide in a binder
And my mind left feeling like its in a pepper grinder
Its tearing down my minds shelter, making me feel so alone
I can't find any safety, not even in my own home
Maybe i should be like old kurt, have my mind blown
This everlasting pain inside me, is one that will never be known
This repetition is killing me, for this i truly know
Its making me so diffrent, my mind like a freak show
And i will always know
That tomorrow will come
But what is it i don't know?
Will i be alive to see it...
