Getting into me.
A hand down my throat.
Blood under my skin is on its way out.
Behind a locked door I'm not trapped I don't want out.
To put things in their places I put myself here.
I don't see it so it isn't there.
The real truth is that I don't fucking care.
I close my eyes. It's an easy choice.
Fuck that bullshit. I want a voice!
1 And 1 and 1 is three.
We should stand together.
Fuck the anger. Fuck the hate.
Compassion, love is what I say!
It's not easy. It's not hard.
Until I try I won't get far.
He's 16 years old and he's all alone.
Mom and dad said you're on your own.
Then they jumped on a bus going south.
Where's to go and who's to meet?
And tell me who's gonna keep him warm at night?
I'm 20 years old and why do I feel so cold?
Am I gonna die?
