Cycular

When theres no one to call who understands
when this pointless life has no futile plans
i ask my creator what is my worth
am i just another clone destined to be hurt
i can now only trust myself.
this barrier is higher then ever before
with not even one working door
go ahead, pry your way to free my mind
i've seen tragedies, things so benign
you have no idea this trail i leave behind
leaving my mark in so many places
wasting my breath to so many faces
screaming out my lungs as if there not black enough
the cancer conspiracy runs deep
every cough hurts more
for every cigarette that i so sheepishly adore
spilling my words out on this drunken floor
i'm beginning to think
i can't take anymore

Copyright* CS 2005