Give away my gun when its loaded (its alright)

truly im tired
My eyes being open for a very long time

Never wore a hint of lies
Even if i spoke them
I know what reality is
always have

my eyes are not yours
Yours are not mine
I know what i know
But you dont

You know what you will
I wont

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do

is that alright?

cant we finally let go
is that alright?


Whether i do or don't
Have I ever said life was anything but?

I think my scars are enough
proof for you

I know what life is
I know others have it worse


But what do either of us have to complain about?







pain is just a memory

wounds will be wounds
let scars be for they've healed











Your pain is so normal
As is mine
as is hers








Really.


We have nothing to complain about


Is that alright?

Can't this end

Truly im tired

of these 9 crimes

these 9 lies