on the outside i am calm and strong i look like i can fight an entire war in one night but on inside im stressed depressed broken and brused i feel so used its to much to handel but everyday it seems like theres a new scandle and im so sick of fighting im tired like a soldier who cant quit but i know im only searching for the light so try so hard to stay on the right side like a saint who is looking for a saving grace but im a deciving heathen trying to break my chains because all i feel is pain and my mind is tearing me apart inside im living in hell looking for heaven like ive been locked out of eaden so i screem like demon an angel who fell from the top and yet the burning never stops so i try to be the best before i drop i can never stop but im floating in a sea even tho i cant swim because im stuck in a bottle of wisky and freedom is a distant dream for a slave to poverty system but i stil keep myself from dissin everyone but at the same time my words are loaded gun pointed at my face and yet are anyoted like they have no meaning so write them anyway a saint slash soldier with hell to pay.