Heres to your barn

Paint some pretty pictures
through my ears
I can fight,
I can fight well,
but thats only when my backs against the wall
Tell me a story,
so civilized,
marking blood filled glory's,
and it makes me wanna cry
Ain't gonna pretend no more
to be what Ive never been,
Theres no handles to hold,
to keep ya as a has been
My soul sinks in water,
that my eyes cant seem to hold,
my mind can spin me round,
and cross me off as sold
Worship what I have,
running where I may
Its no one that can catch me
and make me see their day

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