You won’t believe me even if I state it loud
Why I think this non-sense is a concealing shroud
To your pains of the past, your multiple relapse
You insist I am wrong, yet I feel I am not
Not an ounce do I feel I am wrong.
The way you appear, I am supposed to keep my thoughts clear
And expecting the same from ours peers?
This is weird.
I am the wrongful one judging and blaming you?
I am the one who should see your goodness through
Your tired eyes, your breaking voice
Your talk in rhyme, your staggered course?
What is worse?
I am viewed as the fault, the enemy and deceit
Along with all other people, how could this be?
That all of us don’t care, and stare
At you in disgrace
But just look at your face!
It reads like a book
I wouldn’t be surprised if people retreated if you put your hand out to be shook
But somehow we are the ones that do not view you for what you are worth
…Its you against the world.
You have been awake for days
Using drugs as a way to fade
Pains and fears which have plagued you for years,
But still this is not clear to your ears?
How could it be that we are all wrong?
Is it denial singing in your head a pretty song?
You are such a wonderful person inside and out
Until you find yourself on a drought
And must refuel with toxin spouts
Then for days we argue and see no light at the end
when just before this bend we lay hand in hand?
How could this be that when love is free
You can mistakenly see
What it is you want to see
Manipulate it whatever way you will
But no substance or pill
Can over spill
Into the void you seek to fill.
…We all have free will
And with this we can do as we wish
Go where we flow, fish were there’s fish
When the pond dries up and communication is spent
And the view of the world is through a narrow vent
There seems to be no strength of force
that can turn this back over onto a working course
When snakes get in and give you a reason
You dive in with out the thought you are committing treason.
For this, is my reason
To view you as weak
Crying out for help as the days pass to weeks
Now weeks into months
Without any hunch there will be a break for lunch...
This is so sad to see.
A really sad place for me to be.
Seeing you like this
Is something I would never wish
...upon any friend of mine.
Why I think this non-sense is a concealing shroud
To your pains of the past, your multiple relapse
You insist I am wrong, yet I feel I am not
Not an ounce do I feel I am wrong.
The way you appear, I am supposed to keep my thoughts clear
And expecting the same from ours peers?
This is weird.
I am the wrongful one judging and blaming you?
I am the one who should see your goodness through
Your tired eyes, your breaking voice
Your talk in rhyme, your staggered course?
What is worse?
I am viewed as the fault, the enemy and deceit
Along with all other people, how could this be?
That all of us don’t care, and stare
At you in disgrace
But just look at your face!
It reads like a book
I wouldn’t be surprised if people retreated if you put your hand out to be shook
But somehow we are the ones that do not view you for what you are worth
…Its you against the world.
You have been awake for days
Using drugs as a way to fade
Pains and fears which have plagued you for years,
But still this is not clear to your ears?
How could it be that we are all wrong?
Is it denial singing in your head a pretty song?
You are such a wonderful person inside and out
Until you find yourself on a drought
And must refuel with toxin spouts
Then for days we argue and see no light at the end
when just before this bend we lay hand in hand?
How could this be that when love is free
You can mistakenly see
What it is you want to see
Manipulate it whatever way you will
But no substance or pill
Can over spill
Into the void you seek to fill.
…We all have free will
And with this we can do as we wish
Go where we flow, fish were there’s fish
When the pond dries up and communication is spent
And the view of the world is through a narrow vent
There seems to be no strength of force
that can turn this back over onto a working course
When snakes get in and give you a reason
You dive in with out the thought you are committing treason.
For this, is my reason
To view you as weak
Crying out for help as the days pass to weeks
Now weeks into months
Without any hunch there will be a break for lunch...
This is so sad to see.
A really sad place for me to be.
Seeing you like this
Is something I would never wish
...upon any friend of mine.
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