why'd you cut holes
The sound of your dispicable lies is like gunfire in my ears,
Like a single mans cry at war,
Like a heart breaking,
Like a mirror shattering with a single hit,
Like a child's scream when they see the boogie-man,
Like a starving african's stomach,
Like a mother finding out her child is gone,
Like a family ralizing they're falling apart,
Like a ticking time bomb in Iraq,
Like waiting to find yourself,
Like waiting for a memory of something you once had,
Like never knowing whats right,
Like hearing the sound of an orphan's cry,
As someone feeling like they don't belong,
Like no more breath in your lungs,
As a heart stops beating.
