A Survior in this game of life?, more like a social outcast,
been through it all & walked away from the past
l say to you now.. would it have last?
Would it have meant anything if l went too fast?.

The little guy inside says NO! you'll never make it
replied with 'your right' packed my bags & never waited
Actions speak louder than words so why am l here?
Why am l faced with questions and an empty bottle of beer,
An empty body of fear, no soul no remorse,
l am but a man but still a bitch to most.

Though it's Cold outside l hadnt prepared for the weather,
heads feels light, thinking about the first time l met her
100 flashes going at once lm now confused,
pulled myself together and decided to make a move,
Outside of it all a big smack as if l fainted,
l gotta be dead cause this man is already wasted
lm stuck drunk mentally finding a real path,
a deep voice to my left says lve been through hell and back
flashes of a white light & f**k l feel numb,
beeps and sirens knew then l lost my freedom

I had awoken from a bad dream im covered in a gown..
Ditched room 10 after living with my head down,
Out in the slums, with the hoodlums and the bums
the kids with their mums that are begging for attention,
lm dazed though only for a second, my memories are broken down by sections,
because somethings gotta give, Somebodys gotta breath,
somebodys gotta pay for the mistakes that we leave..

I speak what l mean and type when l write,
steal what l want even though its not right
the biggest regret is not looking back at life
to learn off mistakes and give it another try,
sure l may lie to live a better day, but when l turn away...
who will be there to tell me it'll be okay....


By: AnthonyB29 - Jan, 31, 2009

-- Edited by AnthonyB29 at 16:55, 2009-02-01