My eyes are red and wet,
My mouth has gone dry,
My lines are so empty and my words are so hollow,
Its a bitter pill I have been forced to swallow,
Someone asks me how am I?
I am not dead but am not even alive,
Was it just a far off blast?
Only I know how its ripped open my heart,
Am I still brave? Am I not tired?
Am I to let these thorns prick me in my stride?
May be I' ll take a walk outside my mind,
May be I' ll have to walk yet another mile.
My mouth has gone dry,
My lines are so empty and my words are so hollow,
Its a bitter pill I have been forced to swallow,
Someone asks me how am I?
I am not dead but am not even alive,
Was it just a far off blast?
Only I know how its ripped open my heart,
Am I still brave? Am I not tired?
Am I to let these thorns prick me in my stride?
May be I' ll take a walk outside my mind,
May be I' ll have to walk yet another mile.
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