This Is Just Words

Could our lives be simpler if
I let go of your hand,
Walked away and
Kept to myself for a little while?

Because it seems to me
That we're slowly dying,
From the minute we were born
We've lived to stop living.

So with each tear we've shed,
We've let go of a peice
Of ourselves and our love
For the world and each other, everything else.

We're like worn out toys,
We were fun but got old
Then we broke, we got ugly,
And were shoved to the bottom of the toybox.

Let's just make it simpler,
Break it off clean like a severed bone,
Shove it down the throats of some unlucky ghosts,
Let's make it easy, let's just give up already.