I am running out of ammunition
For the Soldiers in my head
They only love me with conditions
That None of you will know until I'm dead
And When I wake without her
It's like a sun without a cloud
Beautifully serene and gentle
And Not something of which I'm proud
I have always said that pointless races
Should never be run at all
They should be kept away and chained up
Never mentioned at all
But I can't see the point in
Walking like I do
I get from A to B and back again
But all I'm doing is passing time
I liked it, I liked it, it scared you so
I loved it I loved, it burnt me so
I lost it, I'm losing everywhere that I go
