chalk roses on cracked pavement

a little girl draws roses in chalk outside my window

she doesnt know that the world is such an ugly place

i remember the fall from innocence

like a fall from 4 stories 

and smacking on the concrete

and its all pain and ache from then on

i see numb in everyones eyes

anything for a bargain

the truth is to tender to look at

so they all just ignore it and try to move on

living life as best as possible with their legs broken behind them

were only steps away from bleeding to death

somewhere an old man dies alone

and i am jealous of him

cause i wish it was me 

i wish it was me

i see fear in everyones eyes

so i dont look at peoples eyes anymore

you get used to the ache

sometimes take a poor mans vacation

and come back to the wreckage the next day

i lay down at night

and hope i dont wake up again

its a fantasy ive had since i was a child

id love to not wake up again

it could be a worse way to die

life is a waste

its written into the contract

its in the dna

life is a waste