Crossfire

Throw down your books
Trade in your thoughts
For the sweet smell of failure
I’m not one to dream
But look at me now
I’m caught in the breeze of life
And love
The crossfire of hatred
And life
And love
The crossfire of hatred
And love

The danger of looking outside
When you’re always alone
Trapped in a bottle of alcohol
Consumed by a waiting disease
And you try not to breathe