Nathan, 11 november 2011
There’s a place in your head
It’s were all your thoughts that don’t work
To crazy to make sense, roaming looking for reason
To different at the time or just not right
It’s were you dump all your troubles
All your failures and all your hopelessness
And hope they go away
But in the end they just come back
Stronger than ever and looking to dig in
Maybe it’s time you empty out your Wasteland of Thought.
Nathan, 11 november 2011
About to finish it strong
Carrying it to the end all the way
All the loose ends have been tied up
Success is inching closer and closer to me
I’m getting ready to celebrate and rejoice
Then out of the corner of my eye I see something
It’s sneaking ever so slightly out of view
But then in a matter of seconds it whips in
And robs what I was going to have earned
I’ve been robbed
Nathan, 11 november 2011
It’s only killing us and costing us to much
There’s no benefits only body bags and torn tissue
Hearts are thrown out the window and made obsolete
Sense and sanity are causalities to it
It doesn’t take a genius to see where this leads us
World peace may not be attainable in a sin ridden world
But if we don’t try it’ll take over and win
We can’t shrug our shoulders anymore and say its human nature
If it is human nature then we must shed that part of us
We need to stop fighting before it’s too late
Nathan, 10 november 2011
My hearts on fire
Soon it’ll be ash, nothing left
If you don’t ever have that feeling, go and find it
I’d rather have my heart on fire for something
Then have it cold and lifeless for nothin
It’s what we are meant to do and it’s what we have
Emotion drives us forward and carries us from moment to moment
It tears us down and builds us up all at the same time
My heart is on fire and I hope it stays that way till I stop breathing
Nathan, 10 november 2011
As he’s sitting down on the curb
Broken, tired of losing everything he has
He sits up and takes a deep breath
He thinks of all he’s lost of what he use to have
Of the soul and spirit he use to have
Hes known as a failure and amounted to nothing
His memories of a cherished childhood is all he has left
That’s my nightmare.
Nathan, 10 november 2011
I was lost out in the alleyway
Discarded, broken, on my last limb
I looked fine but inside I was hurting
I had the word lost burned in my heart
And gone on my brain
I shouldn’t have made it
Should’ve stayed in the lost box
But some people found me and snatched me from it
One person in particular came from nowhere
And now I’ve been lost and found.
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