Did I do something totally wrong?
Is that why I find myself writing this song?
Does it really impact anyone to hear these words?
Or are my thoughts, sown into a rhyming scheme, totally absurd?
I just wanted to take half a moment to think
For reasons I can’t know, chaos tends to subside in ink
Chaos is all my life really seems to be
And only in words can my anxious soul be set free
Today I awoke from an awful nightmare
A compilation of horrible images, of things I ought not care
In it I found myself doing things I swore I wouldn’t dare
But the nightmare spurned from the knowledge that I really have been there
Today I walked through white school hallways
A place filled with speckled pain and joyous days
I heard another story, one just like all the rest
A girl crying, such pain in her eyes, I knew her life was a mess
Maybe she found out she got a bad grade on a test
Maybe her mom died, maybe her dad left
Or maybe her day just wasn’t the best
This morning I awoke to the sound of a clash
I thought perhaps someone was simply taking out trash
At least that was my theory, until I heard the screams
Surely abuse wasn’t on my neighbor’s list of dreams
I walked to the car, turned on the heat
While driving glanced over to a shivering man on the street
In true American form, I ignored him and moved on
Because it really shouldn’t matter, that tomorrow he’ll likely be gone
Every day I walk through life,
Through all the bloody strife,
Searching for some hope to keep me strong,
Praying all I believe isn’t totally wrong
Every day I feel just a tad less joy-filled
Seeing so many stories tossed away into an eternal landfill
Because no one ever seems to see
We’re all so blind, like we’ve been taught to be
It never matters when a stranger dies
Only the passing of family and celebrities dare make us cry
We see the world’s hurt and just close our eyes
It seems fruitless to care, so why even try?
Days all wrinkle
Wither up and die
Old beyond their merry days
Closing eyes, say goodbye
I guess even time seems to give up
At least it feels like that, when it’s all said and done
Did life bother to drink from its own eternal cup?
Or did he abandon us, leave us on our own?
We deserve to be forgotten, of that I have no question
I only wonder who I ought to be
In the land where life deserted me
I can’t be my own savior
Trapped in an endless cycle of detrimental behavior
I certainly can’t help anyone else
Even though upon seeing pain, my heart seems to melt
Despite who I wanted to be, all I dreamed for me
I live my eyes with cursed eyes open
Forced to see sorrow without any love to lend
The tragic tale
Of every place I fail
Sinking deeper to my soul
Burning through, a fiery, red coal