Wednesday, January 25, 2012

I Could Have Used This Song A Year Ago And I Need These People Like I Need A Malady.

My estranged faults

I’m gone,
I’m sick and because of this
My mind
A wall of my own
You let your wall down
And I’m staying on mine

Way up, I can’t hear you
Above this atmosphere
And veil of desertion with a broken moon.
I’m hurting you,
Not helping, no solution
I must be the problem.
I’m sorry, this estrangement and
I’m letting my troops down
A general with quaking knees.
I’m sorry,
The war needs me now.
And I salute you soldier.

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