you say shoot to the sky i say shoot to the brain every memory inside will drive you down insane every spirit is alive jot it down with a pen beautiful refelction suicide is a train then i see your pretty eyes wipe yo tears off yo face misses perfect no one noticed you drowning in yo pain you can lay yo head on my chest i wont turn away angel with no wings broken down you look misplaced then i sit here wonderin what can i do see your wrist fucked up and yo legs all bruised baby lift yo self up we will get through gotta reach the other side gotta stop with the blues you a solder straighten out amd get all cleaned up gotta get up face the world they gotta see us maybe one day they will truley stay and believe us stop the crying keep on grinding they will hate on us