(Intro)
Midnight brought us sweet romance
I know all my whole life through
I'll be remembering you
Whatever else I do
Midnight with the stars and you
(Hook)
Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left, we all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
(Verse 1)
I'm so tired of being hurt, tired of rhymes and verses
And tired of being nursed back to bullshit that serves as
A trigger back to nonsense I was always involved in
Whether it was a so-called romance or conscience
Mainly cause of a woman, or little girl with desires
Of grabbing my fuckin' heart out and taking a fuckin' bite of it
Started stabbing it with a screw-driver, I feel abused up
A fuckin' nuisance, I feel like a fuckin' loser
Who loses his own battles, defeat soaking in, channeling
Hatred inside of my brain, I'm so quick to snap at it
The facts of life are so fuckin' aggravated
I'm actually so mad at myself, and I'm mad impatient
I face the actual rage of exploding on all my friends
And my family, cause they're the main reason for my insanity
I'm always hearing nagging, dragging my feet, I have to be
Strong, but this long road actually is drawn to be
Happy, but happiness never comes along, it slaps me
It's laughing at me, why does life have to be so challenging
Everything's on my head, a picture of her says
That missing her can trigger emotions and kill my chances
Of seeing her, but believe me, I don't even wanna see her
Anymore, cause when I see her, I'll proceed to be
Shedding a few tears or pulling my fuckin' hair out
A long walk to get her up out of my head, air out my dread
Stab the memories and hope to God they disappear
Cause I'm afraid of loving her, it's like a living fear
That I have, but all in all, I let the drums make their pace
The drums determine my fate, a good guy with heart-break
(Hook)
Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left, we all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
(Verse 2)
I'm so tired of being hurt, I always swim with denial
And riding along this life and deciding what one strives for
I fear that I'm here on this breathing world as an a-hole
Cause basically she just made me her fuckin' scapegoat
Saying she fuckin' loves me, but nothing seems to be true
And I try to believe that she is the one of my dreams, but I just
Slump in this pool, drowning and trying to reach the surface
I try to forget her, but seeing her face seems urgent
I'm unworthy of living, I'm wishing to be killed off
By a hail of gunfire, a knife to the skin, I'm
Ready to leave in a coffin, buried under the ground
Cause often I feel abandoned, and lost, and dismantled
Taken down by pieces, and struck by this fuckin' lightning
And stuck under this mic that brings me the only joy
Besides my adorable 7-month-old baby, and mother
And Joel, and a handful of my other brothers
Like the who the fuck can really relate to my mental illness
Don't try to say that you know me when you don't know what I'm feelin'
Having visions and images of killing myself
And writing some rhymes is really what's healing myself
And I was strong, but that was such a long time ago
Back when I first wrote my first real rhyme in junior high school
I had a confidence matching, so powerful
But now that I feel sourful, by the hour I'm cowerful
Now my actions done had me stiff as a mannequin
Taggin' along and happen to the man that's antagonized by
The graveyard, I hate to be spaced far
But that's the only way I'm leaving, is in a body bag
For the gates of heaven, or walk forever on Earth
As a spirit, whichever way I'm dead and I'll feel greater
Far away from your guys' problems, and you can solve 'em
Me dead is better for everybody involved in
My life, I deserve to be unheard, I might just
Go berserk and die, jump off a building
And why should I live, gimme an answer, and I'll consider it
Literally I'm injured, I'm feelin' iffy on living by
(Hook)
Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left, we all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
(Outro)
I'm sneaking up on your soul
And looking down at your globe
I'm feeding off of your soul
And looking down at your globe
