LOW BALL LIFE
THAT KILLS THE SOUL
LONELY DAYS
WITHOUT CONTROL
DYING CRYING
TRYING TO MAKE IT
DAYS OF HELL
WHEN I CAN'T TAKE IT
CHRISTMAS COMES
IN BLACK DECEMBER
JINGLE BELLS
AND RAZORED EDGE
I JUST TRY
TO KEEP ON BREATHING
THIS MY GOAL
MY ONLY PLEDGE
HAPPY PEOPLE
LOOK AWAY
PROTECTING SMILES
ON HOLIDAY
NOTHING'S GOING
TO CHILL THEIR BONES
LIKE DESPERATE DAYS
OF THOSE ALONE
BACKS OF BACKS
NO FOND GOODBYES
FACELESS PEOPLE
WITH NO EYES
HEARTS THAT FREEZE
DEMANDING MORE
FROM THOSE WHO PANIC
AT DEATH'S DOOR
THESE WHO CLAIM
THIS AWKWARD STANCE
HAVE LEFT THE WEAK
TO LIVE BY CHANCE
WHILE THEY WILL NEVER
KNOW THEIR CRIME
BUDDY CAN YOU
SPARE A DIME
ARGUMENTS
THAT THEY WHO DIE
WERE SOMEHOW WRONG
AND WOULDN'T TRY
TO SEE THE WORLD
IN BETTER WAYS
WHILE HELL STOLE ALL
THEIR FINAL DAYS
Robert Parker Jameson Dec 23, 2008
