Nobody wants to be there,
As I also just want to disappear…
Be my own puppeteer,
And control myself a little better while I’m under the weather.
I keep writing verses,
Helping those who are hurtin’,
Even if my own words don’t help me most of the time…
It’s hard to see joy when tears cloud your eyes…
I’ll take a bullet for love just to see the world shine…
I’m tired of watching it die,
By our own hands seeking darkness in our blue sky.
I guess momma Earth has been sad while we put her to the side…