The life that I’m living Seems not to concur With those millions of others All over the world The plea to fit in
You live You cry But in the end You always try Words don’t always flow
If I hold my breath, Will my face turn blue? If I pop some pills, Will my head be screwed? If I laid really still,
Breathe in Breathe out Just breathe they all say But what if I care not too after… What if I forget not to let the a…
Your words are like bullets Your mouth is the gun Your tongue pulls the trigger While you target aimlessly for fun The bullets you send flying
