an eventful year that it was,
and if i`m still here its because,
the stars have gone out from behind your eyes
this pain is real this wound is life size.
and I cant belive it you need too pull through
and I hope you make it I`m waiting for you.
so you are begining too choke,
but how can you not see the joke?
the sound of your voice still rings in my ears,
it`s tired and angry and quiet all these years
and this situation it tears us apart
and we joke about it, we make jokes of ourselves!