I’m pulled away.
Can’t stay,
won’t stay.
Won’t make time
for the things that I‘m
supposed to say.
The trust is wrong.
Same song,
loose tongue.
Forgotten lines
remind me what shines.
Just sing along.
You say we’ve all got it made.
Sunny days just fade away.
No more time to sit and play.
We’ve lost the war to win you over.
But you still want your way,
and your hand is fanned so close.
No more moves to fix the dose.
I’ve lost the war and now it’s over.
Inside the folds.
Air holes.
Same souls
left to make
one more big mistake.
Reverse the roles.
Apathy, truth,
abuse.
No use
thinking or
allowing time for
it to get loose.
You say we’ve got it made.
Sunny days just fade away.
No more time to while away.
Yet the war is lost, the war is over.
Still, you want your say,
yet your mouth is closed tight;
hiding shadows in the light.
Victims of war, its dark sweeping over.