GMC:er Posts: 2.412
Joined: 23-February 07
From: New york
These Empty Streets. Cluttered by the confusion of this town. The silence beats, Of a heart slipping into lockdown.
Look at all these people. Lonley and Depressed in their own ways. Look at all these people. Living in silence for the rest of their days.
How do you fix all your problems, When theres no tools to be found ? The silence becomes louder. And you feel yourself drifting down.
Your no longer the good person you were before. Youve corrupted yourself. It appears now its time, That you go and get help.
Is there anyone in these Empty streets? That copes the way I cope?!?! Going home so miserable, Unwinding with some dope.
Tell me I can be better, Better than what I am now !
Tell me you can fix my pain, And help me be better then what I was.
Tell me that my life is bigger! So much bigger that I dont even need my mouth on this Handsome Trigger.
I hope to end this all. End this terrible plan for happiness.
Cause somewhere, somehow, its yourself in those streets. I have to face myself. Face everything I left behind, And try to reclaim what was already mine. Lifes hard, In these empty streets.
