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?
