What happens when a part of your soul dies?
Do you ever recover, do you even want to try?
A daily pain in your heart, a wound that never heals
No way to express it, unable to feel
The numbness overides it all, yet you know..
the problems still exist; but you have nothing to show..
The anger, the rage and violence beneath;
it cloulds all your thoughts, this anguish and grief
Do not let this numbness reign over the day
for life slowly drains of color and turns the world to grey
Most need help, or take a shortcut, a crutch
To cope with the days, all the pills, booze & such
For me the booze let the color return back inside.. but for a few short hours,
then that color ran to hide
'Cuz a monster was born from all the cheap beer & liquer
The disgusted looks from my girl and family was the kicker
This was not working, this was not me!
I will not eat green eggs and ham o sam let me be!
ha ha I made a little joke you see,
to lighten the mood, to set me free
So far laughter is the best crutch i've found
genuine laughter, its all around town because
I am still recovering as you can tell
the grey is fading away, and I am coming back out of my shell -=Boyd=-