Foadie
War Child
My piece of broken glass
My heart of tangled veins
My drug
when I don?t do them?
A twisted silver flash
A silent look of tears
A book of horror
that you need to read over and over?
Where has anything got me
Where will anything get me?
I laugh at those who keep on
in that hopeless race
Thinking they will win or at least
come in second
I already know
as I fall to my knees at the fifteen mile mark
I?ve come in last
Don?t look at me
I don?t need your anger
I don?t need your words
I can?t listen because my ears are scarred
Because this isn?t a joke
And I?m not pretending
I?m not trying to be like everyone
I?m me
Whoever I may be.
My heart of tangled veins
My drug
when I don?t do them?
A twisted silver flash
A silent look of tears
A book of horror
that you need to read over and over?
Where has anything got me
Where will anything get me?
I laugh at those who keep on
in that hopeless race
Thinking they will win or at least
come in second
I already know
as I fall to my knees at the fifteen mile mark
I?ve come in last
Don?t look at me
I don?t need your anger
I don?t need your words
I can?t listen because my ears are scarred
Because this isn?t a joke
And I?m not pretending
I?m not trying to be like everyone
I?m me
Whoever I may be.