Bowling Pins.

when the truth is let out and all the hearts are broken
there might be enough dust and residue to make a line to snort.

we're standing still but I don't know where we are, but we're standing together.
I want less you want more we all want the same thing as before

dreams are dreams thats all they are
in a violent less war we both end up with battle scars

the instrumentals to the music in my mind just skipped
I don't know if you heard it, but now my rhythm is a little off.

enough riddle writing.


I hoped you liked it