Killing Me

Turn of the day,
waking in hope,
feeling okay, inside
praying to cope.

Walking away
through a world full of lies,
but what could I say?
Should I even try?

Should I even be
a little concerned?
There's a way to be free
that we'll never earn.

But it's alright.
I've not nothing to lose,
but a whole lot to prove
tonight.

Turn of the night,
lying in bed,
lying in fright,
of tomorrows ahead.

Closing my eyes
sleeping to dream
of blue, cloudless skies
and clear, running streams.

I open my eyes
awakened by screams.
Rhe kid down the hall
isn't so lucky.

But it's alright.
That's the way that it goes,
says the song that they wrote
oh-so-long ago.

So many things
are turning my head.
And sir, can't you see
this world's stained with red?

It's stained with the blood.
It's stained with the hate.
It's stained with the tears
of misfortune's fate.

Nothing's alright.
Another battle to fight.
Freedom's been spent,
and the cost's on the rise.

It's stirring my mind.
It's haunting my dreams.
It's taking my breath.
It's killing me.