There’re aliens in the skin of family,
Predators at the throats of everything I believe in,
Been out of work for too long to remember when I was worthy,
The pain of how I've lost hits really close,
Friends have moved on to pass tests that weren't tests at all,
Better writers, Better people,
And nothing hurts like the pain in my head,
Daggers in the brain,
But when she’s sick it puts a hole right in the center of me,
When she’s sick I want to push it all down and be a better man,
The world has decided it wants to make her cry,
And it just doesn't understand how scared it should be,
Because it’s picking on the wrong person,
I love her more than keeping up this pity party,
They are fucking with a woman who is a light inside the darkness of my mind,
And nothing hurts like the pain in my head,
Daggers in the brain,
I’m scared every morning she won’t come back,
You say failure,
I say ok,
God says take another,
I say I’m owed more and a few more,
Everything circles around me in attack,
But when she’s sick it puts a hole right in the center of me,
(c)brian c. williams
System*Producitons
