All the things I take, when Im alone it all makes me break. Everything today seems to alter, to change, and all the things I take rearrange. All I want is for these feelings to be gone, to make them stop taking from my body so flawed. Im living the best I can, but it makes me no longer a man. All the time it changes, rearranges, and with it they put me in cages. I wish they wouldn't change, so i wouldn't feel so strange. So now Im hoping to find somewhere i can leave my heart behind. So I will no longer live, no longer feel, so from me they will no longer steal. They pick me up and kick me back down, but Id much rather end it all, and lay ten feet under the ground.
Rearrange and Break
July 1, 2011