The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
Post-war Blues

retaliate, retribution
revenge, revolution
the signpost says I�m lost
ripples in the poisoned water
disturbing my face
masquerade � it�s not me

Someone cracked my head in
it�s a sin
the world seems to spin
january flowers trambled by a soldier�s boot
he�s wearing nice combat colours
and my blood on his hands
masquerade � it�s not who he really is

our masquerade � our game
playing dead
it�s all gone
no faces behind the masks
no feelings beyond the pain
no peace following the war
restless soldiers
looking for new fights
masquerade
we lost ourselves
in our masquerade
Unfinished (Bleeding)

If you killed yourself
you�d kill me too
whatever they do
don�t let them hurt us
I�m bleeding
my eyes are bleeding for you

they may pull you away
but  they can�t keep us apart
Ex-mas

i miss the snow
the symbol of my innocent childhood
i miss the presents
and the wonder they used to bring
i miss christmas

they may say that today is christmas
that we should celebrate
but i know inside
today�s not christmas at all
christmas died long ago

today�s not christmas
there�s no snow outside
there�s no tree
there�s no wonder anymore
today�s just the day i miss christmas
Murray

To belong
an outcast
be strong
die fast
kill you before they kill me
dying
kill them before you kill me
dying
kill me before I kill
already dead

you made me
live with it
you�re to blame
try and deny that?
you rejected me
taught me hate
now I hate
you gave me guns
now I have guns
you made me
and you�ll die because of it
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