My song...

Its the total defeat, from those that we meet.
Its the need to get high, when life becomes a lie.
Its the betrayal and the lies, that will deplete one of their pride.
Its the substance use that rise, when forcing a good bye.
Its the hate of a man, while clinging to his land.
Its the loss of the light, only living in the night.
Its the choir that is gone, after telling them whats wrong.
Its the touch of a man, while sinking in the sand.
Its the days that go by, wishing you would die.
Its the failing of a test, and not giving it your best.
Its the loss of the mind, when no bills are paid on time.
Its the money that one pays, to make life go away.
Its the loss of ones sight, not knowing wrong from right.
Its the days of no grace, ending each with some new face.
Its the way of the blind, not aware whats left behind.
Its the words that were spoke, to end up as a joke.
Its the hands that got tied, from all the lying and the cries.
Its the end that one sees, when looking down at me.
Its the lif[/font]e that one makes, giving less than what [/font]it takes.
Its the [/font]choice that you make, [/font]to help it heal or help it break.