The Last Hurrah

Woe

Woe to thee that dons the title of my enemy

Woe

Woe to me for complying with every sin I see

Woe

Woe to the child that lives in a personal hell

Woe

Woe to the person who resides inside a shell

 

 

These stops we pull that break the pace

remembering the sounds that shattered space

 

Until the day that I die, I am what I am

this makes me remember your words are a sham

 

All this anger and all this pain

made something break inside my brain

 

breaking down is easy to do

picking myself up and forget about you

 

To keep myself sane after all that I saw

is my last resort, and my last hurrah