to find my place,
I must fly,
with grace,
and try,
living without you,
or them,
it's new,
but it might stem,
from my newly found,
care for myself,
my feet touch the ground,
and it's back on the shelf,
where everything's kept,
for reuse,
all except,
that abuse,
for that won't,
ever again,
if you don't,
like you have been,
all I need,
is a place,
where I can seed,
a new face,
and start again,
on a new life,
'cause this one's been,
one big strife,
and I'm tired,
ofalways losing,
and again hired,
then choosing,
between them and me,
and picking them,
I want to see,
before it's too dim,
I want to be,
in the right,
and be free,
for one night,
and let everyone,
who did this,
know I'm done,
and see my bliss,
of no one,
and nothing,
and I can shun,
while they sing,
what they've lost,
wiht me,
at my cost,
and let them see,
what I am,
and let them feel,
then learn the scam,
and learn to steal,
from another,
for I have nothing,
no eachother,
nothing to bring,
for them to take,
like they've done,
or to break,
my someone,
myself,
the only person,
left by yourself,
with a gun,
in my mouth,
that I retrieve,
and lay south,
and relieve,
my stress,
I won't end,
then dress,
to spend,
my life,
alone,
with a knife,
that's shown,
me love,
and pain,
to shove,
and stain,
my wall,
inside,
that falls,
aaside,
then lets me out,
of my own,
to shout,
then frown,
at the sight,
of nothing,
but a night,
with cold sting,
and realize,
there isnt a place,
in size,
with grace,
to ease our pain,
or set us out,
with gain,
without doubt,
so we lay,
finally together,
and we stay,
forever,
with nothing,
but the sound,
the ring,
of the ground,
below them,
with a knife,
shoved in him,
and the life,
of one who,
I never knew,
with you,
as it flew,
right through,
our place,
the new,
ugly face,
and further,
into his abyss,
with her,
and their kiss,
that steals it,
from mine,
so I lit,
the pine,
that ends me,
once again,
sets me free,
from what's been,
repeated,
to me,
and heated,
my sea,
of blood,
and pity,
then stood,
in scarcity,
so I can go,
far away,
even so,
you stay,
in my vision,
that won't fade,
from my religion,
of frayed,
and battered,
beliefs,
far scattered,
under reefs,
dropped by their,
delightful,
little stare,
not spiteful,
like I've become,
now and then,
with some,
of what's been,
a hope,
that they'll see,
something dope,
inside me,
that they've,
seen lost,
already gave,
at their cost,
and maybe,
they'll feel,
that in me,
a big deal,
they've lost,
so have I,
no cost,
in my eye.