After countless battles I know I have lost the war,
I have lost you to yourself and the smell of alcohol.
You don't even show me to the loser’s door.

You drink so much and you let booze take the floor.
Yet we try for focus and clarity sobriety brings, but
After countless battles I know I have lost the war.

Poor me, got taken down like opponents of Villasenor’s,
Trying to keep you afloat I ended up tripping, yet
you don't even show me to the loser’s door.

Hard and fast is this incomplete life you think bore,
And I’m suckered into your extremities and hidden sides, but
after countless battles I know I have lost the war.

I resign because I don’t know what you’re fighting for,
I’m lost and not even in the same camp anymore, and
You don't even show me to the loser’s door.

There is something rotten in the state we are in,
In this completely fucked up razzle-dazzle, and
After countless battles I know I have lost the war,
you don't even show me to the loser’s door.


COPYRIGHT T.A.L 2008

I am aching for it.
Push, push, push.
Push you over the line.
Goodbye tolerance
hello anger.

Don't ask me why,
I will do the asking.
Push push push,
I will push us
till we all die

over the edge

of this line you
made and thought was
visible only to you.

I have kept this journal for three years. I read through my old work, and I think I have regressed instead of surpassed.