Damn these words
They’re never bullet proof
I’m in my head
Start writing from a certain point of view
The world is filled with memory
Take back your certainty
I never know just what I need to know
I feel out of place
Inside the echo
Damn these words
They’re never foolproof
And I’ve been the fool
Too many times before
The world is burning down
Hear our Excuses in the background
We’re busy healing
Killing ego
Checking eachother
60 billion of us
There’s plenty to choose
But careful child
You’ll end up on your own
You need some kind of love
That chooses you too
Your odds just got smaller
Oh damn these words
Damn this heart
What good am I
What good am I
I feel out of place
Starting over
Do I say what I want to say
Do I say, what do I say….
Regarding Samuel 