I was born...I will die

I was born on a Bible
I was born on life support
I was raised as a liar
I was raised to be happy and poor

Now I sit on top my mountain
I wear a crown that never fit
Now I pace and always frownin
Tied down by materialistic shit

Yeah I get by pretty easy
Is getting by enough to live
When I walk by you never see me
Passed by with the other kids

And in my mind
I got this secret
When I say Im fine
Just dont believe it

When we die
Where you goin
I aint gone lie
Yeah Ive never known


I got this thing
It’s like a sickness
I was born to sing
But Ive always speechless

Ill die alone in a slumber
Ill die on life support
And all my days they are numbered
All my days were never important

New Day

New day sunlight plays across your window
An old soul song on plays on my alarm clock radio
Dreams that played on my mind a short time ago
Now forgotten blurs like memories that I will never know

And just when I get so lonesome I cant breathe
An anchor man screams WAR! on the news on my tv
So I think and try to grasp just where my life should be
And realize our parents lived their twenties with a war on their tvs

I want to walk alone somewhere to the lakeside
Skip a stone for every close friend that has already died
And if I dig deep I can think back to the last time I had cried
A close friend laying in a casket after a drunken 3am ride

I falter and fall through another boring work shift
And I don’t even care why Im here to begin with
Take my paycheck spend it all on things to cope
And deal with life’s bullshit and the unhinging lack of hope

And just when Ive had enough that I must scream
Self medication knocks me down and I don’t ever even dream
And I could cry...
But its all locked up way down deep inside.