The broken, the bent the disheartened,
The weak, the strong, the forever incompetent
Those who wish that they could be better than who they are
Those who wish that they could be the famous and wealthy
Those who wish for something that they probably will never ever be
Strong wishes ,weak wishes ,wishes that come faster than fast food, but just as cheap and unhealthy
Poor as we are do we really wish to be stuck in this pathetic reminiscing scene?
Where we sit and mull over all the shit that we wish to be, wish to have, wish we need
Our lives of hypocrites, jealous envious green monsters wanting all the things of those living on the boulevard of broken dreams
Broken shards that was all not even meant to be, mirrors showing faces that have never been seen
The unborn aborted stars, homeless, thieves, shifting and swaying in the breeze
What about their hopes and dreams, fuck your selfish lives, fuck me, fuck all the things that I wish I could be
Try writing deep from the heart, damn took me at least a day to find out how to start
How to finish
The lifted, the free, the chained, the dreams
The loss of something that never leaves
Can anybody find what they really need?
Can we get our problems fixed?
The problems between the things and the present, people and the past
Walking on a sheet of glass, life slowly presses on
Till the end when you can see your end the casket, the organ, the black sheets
White wishes and fruitless claims, bitter sweet
Seas of glass, can you swim?
Drowning in the perfection
The life jacket shouldn’t be love
Should it? Can something that can be as fragile as what your drowning in save you?
Save me, save them, save us, save her
Save others can you save yourself, do you care?
Is the heart there? Even though it is black smoggy oily doesn’t it still beat?
The pollution filtered in your lungs exhausted through your mouth
Round those close to you, passed as 2nd hand sin
apologize its not too late yet, unless you cant. wish you could?
Wish no more, your pennies don’t make more of a difference than my quarters and golden dollars
All wishes are rusted and deceased, prayers relieved
Life's mirror deceived many, truths light enclosed in lies
Wait the end of the tunnel is near
The end
Is only the start
Of oblivions beginning