(You told me to "write a song about it" so here's your song)
There's a hatchet, got a knife
When I awoke there was nothing real in this life
But dreams are so intoxicating
when you're doing this alone
Gun, rope, brick on the way
But words have no meaning
when it's you that says, "I really dont care"
Innocence is gone
Never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone
Never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
why should I hold you now?
Once a skeptic, now the critic
Nad you think that you finally
found a place of your own
Amongst the cold timid souls
Where only failure knows your name
Look around for the closest to blame
But look no further than the
hands beneath your arms
And now you're six feet down
buried with, with your passing fame
oh, oh, oh, you lie
TEll me something more than what you tried to hide
If you can't find yourself
Then how can i expect to find you
oh, oh, oh, you cry
Tell me something more than waht you try
The greatest tragedy is not your death
but a life without reason
That your life had no purpose