i'm losing ground
you know how this world can beat you down
i'm made of clay
i fear i'm the only one who thinks this way
i'm always falling down the same hill
bamboo puncturing this skin
and nothing comes bleeding out of me just like a waterfall i'm drowning in
2 feet below the surface i can still make out your wavy face
and if i could just reach you maybe i could leave this place
i stay inside my bed
i have live so many lives all in my head
don't tell me that you care
there really isn't anything.is there?
you would know.wouldn't you?
you extend your hand to those who suffer
to those who know what it really feels like
to those who've had a taste
like that means somthing
and oh so sick i am
and maybe i don't have a choice
and maybe that is all i have
and maybe this is a cry for help
i want to know everything
i want to be everywhere
i want to help everyone in the world
i want to do somthing that matters....
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Burn to Ashes.....