I made a deal
with the devil to feel
alive again.
I may lose my soul,
at least I did know
the consequence.
And I could never run
from the things that I have done,
I’m wrong to even try.
Yeah I could never run
from the things that I have done,
I’m wrong
to even try.
Talk about absurd. Today, a friend of mine showed up to inform me and a few others that someone stole half her sandwich. Stealing a sandwich is one thing. Stealing half a sandwich isn’t much different. What’s important here is what “half” means. In this case, someone took the top slice of bread with the meat and mayo, leaving the full bottom slice of bread with the lettuce and tomato. It’s times like these that I question why I exist.
I’ve been trying to figure out exactly what it is I need.
Called up to listen to the voice of reason
and got his answering machine.
Yes,
Some things I dread.
I duck into allies,
I avoid the rallies,
It’s a choice of my own.
Focus is a virtue,
Know what you’re allured to,
Every day is progress,
But every day feels just the same.
This is your life, there’s no way to run from it,
The doubt in your brain or the pain in your stomach.
I only have but one complaint at the moment:
Don’t paint me black when I used to be golden.
Everybody else is busy doing better than me,
And I can see why it is.
They’ve got someone setting them free,
Someone breaking the chains,
Someone letting them be.
