World of Lies

The Migrains, the steady pain, the blood stains, it's all the same; just like the dirty looks, from these strange hooks, on this life I took; from out the book. I keep it moving, I keep it going, to end up where? Nobodys knowing. But this pain stays, this pain sways, from page to page, each and everyday. If drugs heal, and drugs kill, then how the hell, will we get well?
I've done tryed my best, and tryed to rest, and somehow, I still get caught in mess. You can call my name and try to say, that you know this pain, I have sustained. but the bottom line: we all will die, go head try to strive, in this world of lies.

By the power of: Eible