Lonely Bones

What have I done...
Have I become...
Tell them all to go away.
I refuse to show my face...

Maybe they'll find me rotting in a broken heart..
Screaming of the lonesome heart...
With a plaque..
That reads "Here lies Poor old-

So now, I'm here with a pad and pen.
Trying to scream a name that just won't cry in writing.
You could never even hope to defend
all the tears that I'm holding back and fighting.
Call me insane! I don't care anymore.
I lost my mind when my heart was taken from me.
Now, how can you think me a man of war?
Am I strong enough to take your words, so mighty.
I wouldn't dare reach farther than these bones would stretch.
The moon is just too far away from my grasp.
But the shadow upon the center of the lit white flesh
is calling to the pumpkin king at last.
Shall I stand and fight, or give in to self shame?
Can I really surrender after such a fight?
I have burned holy water just to drown this flame.
I'm done thinking of this every single night...

Well, fuck! I guess that most would call this the end.
But I never really learned just when to quit.
You see, through times and pains where my mind would bend,
I have always found a way to get past it.
So, how could I have been so blind!?!
While nothing ever turned out like it should.
For a moment...Why, I must have broke and cried.
When I could have just walked away for good.
Well, I've learned from my mistakes and I'm better than before.
You can take my tears and water your pride.
Let them tell the story of Jack or Cory.
A hero for one. Both have nearly died.
Now ,let them come cause I'm no longer afraid.
I could die tomorrow and not give one damn.
Cause my hands were given to me when I was made.
And I may not be great, But I can do the best I can.