It’s cloudy and cold outside but I’m burning hot and alive.
I got my attitude, coming off as a little rude,
and i conspire to dodge snakes and climb higher
so tired of running bleary eyed; who’s all died?
and how hard we’ve cried; death tells no lies.
It’s a venomous thing, pain that stings
and brings us to our knees, begging please life please
be easier on me, help see, help me be free.
Ahhhh – set me on fire and burn me alive.
April 25th 2012