They say to love yourself like its easy
When's its troublesome trying to make
Yourself sign the treaty
It's hard being only soldier in your little war
With no one to lead you away from harm
The words will propel out of their mouths like bullets from a gun
It will produce an excruciating pain and make you feel like you can't run
There will be scars, there will be pain
You might want the rain to wash you away
But every battle has it's end
The sun is going to come up again
One day the pen will glide with ease
Over the paper and the war. will. seize.
/k.p./
