"much"

[amani b]

much
we write
so we can figure evrything out
we smile
so we can hide evrything in
we fight
so we dont get cut

innocence is it a curse
the shortest way to heaven
yet to get killed
i am free .have nothing to worry about but eat.it s so fun when i play with my friends .we share evrything togather.evry laugh .evry tear.we are all in
please dont get confused i am on drugs

oh lord how broken am i
how more strigth do i have left
guess not much
the reason i feel so weak

feeling so lonly in a place that looks just like a desert
hove nothing to do but cry
guess tears will wash it all away

well how about latter
when there are no tears left
and my prison still feels lonly
with what i suuposed to fight
in this endless war .to victory .to salvation

feels like it s so much heat yet it s cold
so empty inside thought i feel full
too much memories with no ink left to write about
deep deep wounds yet unfound cure

oh lord i am hopless .homeless
i am closing in .into the ****l
cant fight .it s too much to fulfill
i cant survive thought i cant get killed
guess there are no other way
but to became a walking dead
bye bye soul .see you in heaven poor baby