Broken Mirrors
Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 1:30 pm
entangled in this world of broken mirrors
holding dear, on to these words that no one hears
its a crazy here and i dont know if i can take it
feeling like im naked in the cold and i am shaking
so forsaken mind is racing through ideas never thought
am i lost or just a character in a clever plot
in the meltin pot of society trying not to slip
not to trip cause i tell you somethings got to give
its hard to be positive when you only see negatives
always breaking shit so change i can only pray for it
i beg for bliss but what i get is only tears
as i stare towards the rear through these broken mirrors
hoping beer can drown away the pain i feel inside
too much pride so i hide behind a smile and my eyes
its just lies but i keep telling myself that its the truth
in the booth tryin to write but writers block is nothin new
im fronting through these hollow days pissed at myself
letting my health faulter as i dwindle with no help
pencil still up on the shelf with the same sharpened tip
bargon-in again talkin shit to this gun an hollow tip
but i cant do it, wont do it sucicide is not for me
theres got to be a way out i got fight for thoughts thats free
i got to see the light! no for god or friends or family
damn i be, selfish sometimes but life is no fantasy
the man in me wont give up theres too much out here
as i stare out with no fear into this land of broken mirrors
holding dear, on to these words that no one hears
its a crazy here and i dont know if i can take it
feeling like im naked in the cold and i am shaking
so forsaken mind is racing through ideas never thought
am i lost or just a character in a clever plot
in the meltin pot of society trying not to slip
not to trip cause i tell you somethings got to give
its hard to be positive when you only see negatives
always breaking shit so change i can only pray for it
i beg for bliss but what i get is only tears
as i stare towards the rear through these broken mirrors
hoping beer can drown away the pain i feel inside
too much pride so i hide behind a smile and my eyes
its just lies but i keep telling myself that its the truth
in the booth tryin to write but writers block is nothin new
im fronting through these hollow days pissed at myself
letting my health faulter as i dwindle with no help
pencil still up on the shelf with the same sharpened tip
bargon-in again talkin shit to this gun an hollow tip
but i cant do it, wont do it sucicide is not for me
theres got to be a way out i got fight for thoughts thats free
i got to see the light! no for god or friends or family
damn i be, selfish sometimes but life is no fantasy
the man in me wont give up theres too much out here
as i stare out with no fear into this land of broken mirrors