Its hard to clean the blood of the deadIts hard to escape the fear in your headBut you know whatI can retreatI will not slaughter my dreams insideI will triumph over better timesGrief and despair I do not careNo regretsI see the cup as half emptyI look for a brighter dayWe talked all nightMistakes were madeWe use artTo save ourselves from the truthFor I cannot failI have only found a billionWays it hasn’t workedWisdom speaksBut knowledge listensI often regret my speechNever my silenceFill what’s empty,empty what’s fulland scratch where it itchesa pint of sweat saves a gallon of bloodlets toast to thatWhen my ideas failWords come in handyHow do you speakWhen you choke on you wordsI’ve swallowed my prideMy pride is fireThis light burns insideLove is friendship set on fire