When you feel like giving up,
And you just don’t give a fuck,
Just look up my number.
You don’t have to talk,
We could just go walk,
And I’ll be with you.
If you just put me on ramble,
I can talk and you can mumble,
While saying very little.
So if you need to vent,
Or just to hear my end,
Call and I’ll be with you.
Just please stop, We get it you hurt, But you didn’t bother for years. Stop your crocodile tears, You weren’t there to help, You didn’t even bother. But now you soak it up, Make sure your noticed, And get the sympathy. Well those who know the truth, Will know who you were, The person who didn’t bother. So when you post your, Your “woe it’s me”s, Think of the others you are hurting.
There is something, Heavy and dark, It is highly populated, Yet not understood, Unmapped. Busy but silent, Noisy but mute, You scream like the others, But nobody looks, Nobody notices, It feels like nobody cares, This is the cloudiness, That never fails. *** But don’t listen to it, I have been there with you, Suffered the same, And known the shame, People are here, Willing to listen, Willing to notice, If you only let them, It won’t win, When you have people behind you, So if you need an ear, Just shout me near, And I will help you, Any way I can.
We rarely see each other, But you are in my thoughts, Each and every day. *** When life has been rocky, You have always been there for me, Even when you are miles away. *** Let me repay the gift, You constantly give selflessly, By being there for you. *** When you feel overwhelmed, Just pick up the phone and give me a bell, Let me listen like you did for me. *** The world seems dark just now, But I’ll shine the brightest light I can find, Like you would do for me.
They were just boys, Some with parents to go back to, Some with families young, Some never tasting life, Before it would shortly be done. *** They were just boys, Sat there in the boats, Sat with their thoughts, Sat on their own, With everyone around them. *** They were just boys, Landing from the skies Landing on the beaches, Landing Where they, Had never stepped before. *** They were just boys, With a gun in hand, With wet legs, With thoughts of home, Praying to get back there. *** They were just boys, When they stood up to hate, When they stood up to fear, When they stood up for peace, With gunfire in their ear. *** They were just boys, Who brought us safety, Who brought us peace, Who brought us an end, To the fighting and war.
It starts off like a trickle, A flick of the light, A trick of the eye, A bit of the blind, The it hits like a brick, Right at the back of the head, The throbbing, The light, The wishing for death, But after a while, It all goes away, The pain subsides, The brain relaxes, The main is over, Next is the mood, It’s up so high, It’s down so low, It’s all over the place, Not knowing where to go, And all that is left, Is feeling drained, That is my attacks, Of a migraine.