Graveyardd

Have you ever noticed that every grave stone represents a soul,

And every soul is long gone with a stone cold body, stone cold bones, left behind?

So take me home baby,

Take me home to where the stone cold souls lie cause that's where I wanna die.

Take me home to the forest,

Graveyard of the trees where their empty bones dance to the rythym of spreading pollution,

Take me home to the asylum,

Graveyard of the minds where my empty cells say "I'll destroy you if given the chance."

Yesterday I was given the chance.

And now the words running through my head are rubbing against my jeans,

Telling me, Reminding me, Why Love Is Indifferent To Me.

This poor white blank page didn't know what was coming for it.

It did not know the love and the hate, the anger and the sadness and the happiness and the life,

Bcause it is only the stone cold bone of a tree.

My notebook is a graveyard and my words will dance among the bones.

So take me home to where the ones like me lie cause that's where I wanna die.

Grab a blanket and a space heater, because if I'm rotting from the inside -out,

You can fix it from the outsidse-in.

I'll never be what's in my heart,

Always be what's inside my head, it's dark up there, but I try to keep a light on most of the time.

I'll never be able to jump high enough to reach the bars I set for myself.

Olympic status and I'm still in the Junior Leauges,

I slowly make my way up to a Gold Medal.

Be my gold medal.

Be where the stone cold souls lie,

Cuse that's where I wanna die.