Nothing feels right anymore
It's like I'm in a constant war
Bombs dropped here, shots fire there
Sometimes it's just easier not to care
I shut the world out
But like a brick thrown through glass
My safety shield cracks
I can't escape through locked doors & closed eyes
Nor any well made disguise
I'm tired of the countless apologies
And millions of war threats
The constant battle to stay strong & hold on
Its always been easy, but it's taking its tole
I see how it's effecting everyone around me, and I'm tired of their quiet cries
And the tired whys
The constant 'you should've done this' & 'could've done that's'
And last but not least, I mustn't forget
The annual ambush of pointless threats
While W.W 9 happens on the battle front at home, I wish there was some place I could aimlessly roam
To find a peaceful place I could call my own & when the times comes; I'll getaway
