so what if i cant win does that mean that im down and out so what if i turn green the envy isn't quite what it may seem so what if i break apart my pieces weren't whole at the start and so what if i speak a screams the only voice that leaves to many times left tallying points when im always on the loosing side thinking doesn't help, thinking leaves a welt brain is bruised from rattling my skull lifes punches dont get pulled thinking only hurts, thinking makes it worse mind is racing from all the questions the ones that wont come out thinking leaves marks, thinking theres no spark wits are at the end of their ropes fractures as it rips apart thinking isn't any good so i walk this life as a zombie there is no way to balance out the emotions that swell through my veins there wont ever come a day when the scales will level themselves nothing will ever change nothing ever is the same nothing is something we tell ourselves and nothing is all that will remain deciding what is worth while it suppresses mirth as it flashes by whats seen behind your eyes why struggle keeping on life always comes then stops if its something thats sad then your finally where i end thinking doesn't help, thinking leaves a welt brain is bruised from rattling my skull lifes punches dont get pulled thinking only hurts, thinking makes it worse mind is racing from all the questions the ones that wont come out thinking leaves marks, thinking theres no spark wits are at the end of their ropes fractures as it rips apart thinking isn't any good so i walk this life as a zombie walking talking zombie dead inside rotting away zombie ZOMBIE!!!!
