Enemy (1994)

By James Moats in Wadsworth, OH

born to die in a smoky room
room to breathe room to be
aren't you a bit like me
can't you be more like me

enemy
broken windows
i scream so hard i can't see anything
inside of me trust is broken
enemies are born

yesterday or today
such a blur these days
you're quite a bit like me
you should be more like me

enemy
twice cried
broken dreams broken twice
so lay down your head
and whine for me

in a secret spot
that i keep to myself
you can't see

what's become of me
the heart of my problem
my soul

it just goes to show
if you don't know
where to go

then shut the hell up

enemy
broken seeds
will grow to hate everything
blind to light literally
everything enemy

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