Iíve been waiting for a girl to come to take me by the hand
Someone to help me remove my head from this sinking sand
It all means the same
Sick of playing this sick societyís party games.
This pit of darkness is like a mudslide
These feelings of lonlyness are getting out of hand
humans made me this way
I made them look away
Some would say I had it coming
That these feelings exist only in the back of my mind
The one's who do the talking are the one's who talk all the time.
I was buried in a casket by society
No hole to climb through  
No lock to pick without a key
darkness, worms, and burning wood
no flikering light for company
escape by hook or by crook.
It all means the same
Turn your back,  
look away in shame
sick of playing this sick socitys party games.
Written by zenithquasar77 (Marcus cooke)
Published | Edited 8th Nov 2012
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