head low, eyes down
imagine a world turned upside down
where the only thing that sticks is hurtful words
and it works its toll, dealing me under
stealing my thunder, trying to quiet my rage
so it's chaos when thoughts riot the page
and its getting harder to battle on
when devils on both shoulders babble on
with no angels to speak of-
being blind to happiness, unable to see love
but sitting in the eye of the storm
my life is a twister, so i cry for the norm
and i die to be reborn- in different skin
or maybe just rebuild whats broke within
cus my hopes are grim, and days gray
and no matter how much i smoke, the pain stays
i feel like a pebble among skyscrapers
searching thru the clouds for my savior
looking for the sunshine that once was
but this tough grudge- holds me back
each day it gets harder to keep my soul intact
ready to take that freefall for a easy way out
instead of being buried in grave doubt
i slave out, on a quest for what was simple
but that and everything else,
went out the window..