Gun By My Bed

How to Find a way back to All of the things that I knew,

Still fight the doubt that is was never true,

Sleep with a gun beside my bed to

Guard the thoughts and dreams inside my head

(Lockdown the heart use the head instead).

Waiting for the trigger that will leave me dead.

Through the night I can't fall asleep no matter how deep the steep

Mind won't shut up though the script is still

In progress but my writer's ill.

City Lights

Though it's dark inside city lights keep us awake at night

Every night we fight an inside enemy.

I'd open up but then there's one of two things to see:

Either find I can't or you see me bleed.

Our minds will race but I don't know where it's going

Wherever it leaves it leaves this heart alone,

We drown our sorrows in the tears that flow until

All that's left is broken bones.

Fight the law and push the line we but still insist that we pay the fine

For every thought almost a sin

There is no right answer you cannot win.

Nothing

Fall Back

I don't know what that one's gonna say, or what she is going to expect, if they really are ok, or when he is going to explode next. I don't know when the winter will snow, I don't know when I'm going to die, but I didn't actually ask to arrive in January the first time. I don't really know if I know how to say goodbye, I'm only sometimes good at first impressions, I've made lemonade out of green lemons because time leaves you timeless lessons.I'm going to be happy even when I'm sad though it may start of crude, because even when a plan of action fails you can fall back on a plan of a good attitude.

- MT, lunar-winds.blogspot.ca
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