
Welcome to the War
I sometimes wonder If I've walked into this world with a bizarre One that guaranteed chaos I feel like I'm constantly On a roller coaster And though I enjoyed it in the beginning Now its simply making my nauseous You know, this is the world, Where I'm accidentally born It was never my goal Or my ambition here to belong My own talents, my own space They are so different Yet why? Why on this place Was I born? My head hurts Maybe I've been crying too very much Maybe someday I'll be free Free from this mortal world Yes I'm possessed by the idea That the world I truly live in That's unreal, That for me the afterlife is waiting The only thing I wanted Was to form a band Its so funny That notations never did I understand Yet always in my heart Only a band I wanted to start To sing, to write To breathe at last Well I'm sorry my friends around In the depths of writing I've never found How to humor and how to sound That I'm happy, and cheering aloud As of my life goes Interests aside from my mourns I've found myself what I chose To be writer of those My head hurts Maybe I've been crying too very much Maybe someday I'll be free Free from this mortal world Yes I'm possessed by the idea That the world I truly live in That's unreal, That for me the afterlife is waiting Is it true they call this life? The only thing that has kept me alive The only hope that has dawned across How to live with a scar? I almost forgot how it felt How I used to laugh And talk nonsense It all meant all the same, "Welcome to the War" My passion is to write Let me be blunt And tell you That it is the only thing that keeps me in the fight I try to create things from within Taking bits from everything My inspiration is not always me But events that happen in my life My head hurts Maybe I've been crying too very much Maybe someday I'll be free Free from this mortal world Yes I'm possessed by the idea That the world I truly live in That's unreal, That for me the afterlife is waiting This song is echoing in my body My flesh and all my mind Making me think That I'm done, I'm blind That the world is so much For me to bear That too much cries of them Shelter the lies of their Been chasing the rainbows too much Maybe I was wearing the colored glass How have this came to this Decision of mine Death is not an option Yet why when you smile on it It never smiles back Maybe because its a privilege so rare My head hurts Maybe I've been crying too very much Maybe someday I'll be free Free from this mortal world Yes I'm possessed by the idea That the world I truly live in That's unreal That for me the afterlife is waiting
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