manage me,
i'm a mess.
turn a page,
i'm a book,
half unread.

Just because you're breathing, don't mean your alive.

how stubborn are the scars
when they wont fade away?
or just a gentle reminder
that now are better days.
we'll be home soon,
so dry your eyes.
you'll be okay.

your knife, my back. my gun, your head.

i was too blind to see that
you were to deaf to hear me
just know if i could go back
this would all be different

they say it all breaks down to
keeping your feet on the ground
my sole intention is keeping
my head in the clouds
they say that i can't last
a day in the real world
i say you wouldn't survive
one night in mine

'cause you're such a
pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
but you turned into
a pretty big waste of my time

just keep breathing, and keep calm.

for we are nothing
without brotherhood
and brotherhood
is nothing
without your brothers