One is the lonesome sorrow i feel when i stand on a crowded subway and I feel like i'm the only human on this god forsaken earth; I am the white noise

Its the nothingness around me when I walk this road to everlasting grey; Shades of white and black marble my mind; monotone muted emotions manifest into spontaneous nothingness

It’s the individual snowflake drifting apart from the pack; I’ll miss you

It’s the adolescent dough that lost its mother and is now being hunted by the humanistic pigs; don’t look back, just keep running

It’s the first person point of view, put a blindfold over it and take a long nap; They’ll never see me again

Two is the battle with sorrow; draw your sword sheath your pain; Fight with love

It’s the hopeful sunrise in the distance; so close but so far; Don’t let that sun set, keep chasing

It’s the somebody to light your cigarette and share it with, but how can’t you feel lonely when you’re burning it at both ends

It’s the desolation left by one for two to pick up the pieces; he is caring

It’s the curiosity left behind the door; don’t open it if you love me. Please love me.

Three is the memories left in the past; butterflies die in a day, but don’t hold your breath

It’s the fork in the road, you can wait, but life won’t wait with you; Life’s a b**** that’ll slap you five across the face if you say something wrong; I’ll never offend you

It’s the heartbeat pulsating; lay face first on your deathbed if you lie to death; He’ll be waiting

It’s the flat line; tears stream from open eyes; I am in-different

They are the toy soldiers, charge blindly into battle; these are war scars that’ll never go away, pin up purple hearts; this is no kids game

They are the bullets in the magazine; c*** it back and paint the roses red with my blood; it never felt so good to be alive

They are the lies we tell, spit fire into the frozen caskets of the unforgiven; I’ll never turn my back on you

The are the scars left by you; get out of my head, I’m not your toy; toss me aside when I’m broken; you ruined me

They are the bandages; I’m my own first aid kit; get up and lick your wounds; I don’t want to hurt you