Blue

I will live in pain not sorrow.
My friends will not lead, but follow.
I trusted my gut more than my heart.
The earth is divided, and it's tearing me apart. We must live in honor of our greats.
If we hold our heads high there is fate.
Some things on media is not to negotiate.
So say something to my face, do not hesitate. 

Every country is filled with the desire to hate.
That is not all, the criticizing, and there is debates. 
We think what is cool is showing up late..
To school, class, and jobs.There's

is door waiting for you to turn the knob.
But you cant turn it, there is no going back.
Shattered glass on the floor..
While you stand there....here's your grandma's heart attack.

 You sit down quietly, start taking pills.
"Pills wont fix everything but we can fill."
While you sit down and ponder about life.
"Life..my grandma would want me to be alive."

So think everything and back up in time.
With every reason there is a rhyme.
With every rhyme there is time.
Clocks back, clocks foward.While you come toward that unopened knob.
While you think you can be sorrow,
While you stand there in fear,
While you cry with every tear, There is a reason, that nobody will be able to comprehend. 
But you can, because if they cannot you still understand. 
They will not see but you will,
And somday it will go right back to them..the feeling of being blue.