In My Own World |
They tell me i am quiet,
And that i am not talking much,
Wondering why i sit alone all day,
Wondering why i am down or sad,
But how could they understand,
How could they possibly know,
That everyday i am at war,
And at war with myself,
In the battle fields of my mind,
Thoughts collide like sword enemies,
Bloodshed everyday,
And it defiles the lands that once were beautiful,
Creating havoc and perpetrating all forms of carnage,
There is no winning, it is a war thatll never end,
And there i am a leader, the commander and chief
Of all the armies, for i am the creator of my own distruction.
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