Why do I bother?
Why do I try?
I may as well jump
It'd be better to die.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Drunk
I'm drunk and alone
I wish to go home
But the girl on the phone
Tells me I won't be known
No one will see this face
Nobody knows the disgrace
Of what I've done and
Who was there to take a stand
So stand up and be known
Those of us without a home
Living life with disregard
Die by the gun and live by the card
She speaks through the phone again
Doing this won't make you men
But I reply in monotone
Don't leave me alone, but don't take me home
Face the fear that drowns in the face of adversity the unrelenting black mass of hatred in your heart will one day bloom a phoenix from which all hope shall be born.
I wish to go home
But the girl on the phone
Tells me I won't be known
No one will see this face
Nobody knows the disgrace
Of what I've done and
Who was there to take a stand
So stand up and be known
Those of us without a home
Living life with disregard
Die by the gun and live by the card
She speaks through the phone again
Doing this won't make you men
But I reply in monotone
Don't leave me alone, but don't take me home
Face the fear that drowns in the face of adversity the unrelenting black mass of hatred in your heart will one day bloom a phoenix from which all hope shall be born.
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