Hang Nail

Everyday is a new day, and every night is another fight. Where can we find the right through the light, when the dark consumes the sight.

Blind in the day, able to hear the ways of the things and what they crave. Deep in the cave, emotions rage, tears falls, the heart calls.

Out for help, but the mind says no keep it tough, even when shit gets rough. It can  break you, or it can make you, its all how you take it, cant fake it when you know whats real.

It hurts like the hang nail you peel.
Sometime it sucks out what you can feel, its a big deal for those who don't kneel.

Looking up to the sky can blind the eye, looking down on the ground the shadow shows our frown. The laughter in your head, from the undead, to the riches of the head.

The toughness of the neck keep it balanced yes. Then those thoughts of... forget it nevermind instead.

Its all real and its a big deal. The pressure of the choose, is which one to really lose.