Words and Music

Is there something wrong with me?

Ripping through the walls

Tearing at the doors of education

Not that it's my fault

I just can't help but sort

Through the pieces

Secluded from the whore

I focus at the board - I'm out of focus

There must be a way

There's got to be a way to overcome this

It's these words and music

That keeps me living, keeps me breathing

It may not be much

But this is all I got

And I'm smiling

It all seems so pointless

The hours seem so endless

And for what?

I'd rather be working

Breaking my back doing something

At least Ihave my brothers, my band and my lover

What more could I need?

I buried my friend the other day

And I saw my life in a different way

It was a cold afternoon for a funeral

I did not shed a tear as I watched the snow fall

Is there something wrong with me?

When did I become this empty?

As I gazed down at his grave

I knew that someday I'd end up

That way!