JOURNALIST Lyrics

Journalist

You tried to explain

The things that you've been through

Sometimes with no avail

Did you bleed in vain

Or was it for a greater purpose

Now you sit in the page

Slowly fading becoming worthless

So write this down

For once you'll be thinking out loud

Put the pen to the paper one last time

Stain these pages with your mind

You push yourself

But for what

In hope it goes away

Some things just can't be put into words

But with an action

Will your point be heard

Will you feel it now

When all the words

In your head spill out

All over the concrete spent

For them to witness

Will this moment

Bring you your peace

And on that final day I watched you lie in a bed made full of glass

Subscribed to prescriptions and medications well enough to make any man sick

You spoke to that picture of Jesus on the ceiling that you swore was alive

And that it was true

In that room full of spite; children crawling, mother crying, family mourning

All before you died

And as I sat and I watched as you tapped on the hourglass as it ran dry

All I could do

Was write

How many times you slept

And dreamt of never waking

Your words cycling as they dance around

When you pulled the trigger

Your last words

Were the only ones found