Rebirth

There are two sides to a struggle and they are both pretty much fucked up. But maybe, just maybe, there is some hope.

Lying in his room all day long
Waiting for the sun to set
The darkness engulfs, a shell to hide in

Walking through the streets at night
Waiting for some action to get
To kill the time; bored out of his mind

Graffiti's cool but overdone
Soon the novelty dies
Where's the rush from breaking the law?

He buys a fuck when he wants
Soon the thrill subsides
Cant satisfy the craving inside

He searched for love, found rejection
until the day she held him close
She stopped his bleeding, it's a new life
A chance to right the path he chose

A part of him was always detached
Abstract patterns in his head
Trying to make sense, delusional waves

Even when he was in her arms
A part of him was all alone
Trying to hide, keeping feelings inside

He searched for love, found rejection
until the day she held him close
His soul was reborn that day
A chance to right the path he chose