Brain’s Cell

If you hear this, it means I've made it It means I'm more than just a pestilence to myself But if you're reading, as an old friend Know that you are just another left abandoned In my brain cell, there's no window The door is open but I've got nowhere to go I'm a widow, to my freedoms I can't negotiate peace with the barrel of your gun Oh mama, I miss the good days Before I knew how to read What these headlines state I miss those sweet lips that put me in a restless sleep But that was well before I knew I could bleed Everyday day I get closer to the end My friends are all aware but no one is prepared This whole damned world is scared This road leads us nowhere We all see through blinders in the box so You won't see the light They poke out holes to keep us alive and nothing more But if you hear this, it means I've made it It means I'm more than just a pestilence to myself But if you're reading, as an old friend Know that you are just another left abandoned