Blood On The Sidewalk

This refusal to grow up, running around in circles,

going to sleep, waking up with this constant doubt

"Am I making the right choice or am I just accepting

what others say life is all about?"

So there he stands in front of a broken window with

bleeding knuckles, at his own reflection

He looks at himself in disbelief

Looking back on his life, was it worth it?

With his eyes staring down into the ground instead of

looking forward

He clenches his fist, picks up another bottle to kill

the questions and soothe the pain

all he leaves behind is this stain...of blood on the

sidewalk

With a broken spirit and sold out dreams,

he wakes up and washes the dried tears from his face

"I know now that I made the wrong choice,

but the choice was never mine to make in the first

place"

So there he stands in front of a broken mirror with

bleeding knuckles,

gazing at his own reflection

He looks at himself in disbelief

Looking back on his life, was it worth it?

With his eyes staring down into the ground instead of

looking forward

He clenches his fist, swallows another pill to kill the

questions and soothe the pain...

and in time the rain will wash away the memories that

remain of a man who came and left

leaving nothing but a stain...of blood on the sidewalk