V1
Selling my time for shit
Not quite believing it
Scraping the barrel till
At last I lose the will to live
V2
Pain isn’t relative
Got no more me to give
Whaling for nothing and
The time I have left is lost
C
When I make this sound
With my sinews unwound
I find its meaning
My voice is now found
I will make sound
I will make poetry
I will be loud
And you
Won’t listen to me
V3
Fragile mind turns to rage
Locked in this rusting cage
Swinging at mirrors
To break only you
You break x2
C
M8
Throw me a rope
Fragility gropes
At all that slides away
Falling through fingers
And dusting the ground
All I can do
Is make a new sound
C
© Blue Gillespie 2009
