Walking Home - 22 Jacks

a gift of serenity 
a change of identity 
hit so hard hit so fast 
came from somewhere above me 
an existence stuck behind 
over and over and over again 
different stories 
but the same old lines 

the streets are empty 
and I'm walking home 
the city sleeps lost 
souls moves alone 
and I need some words 
to fill up the end 
over and over and over again 

my fingertips are bleeding 
scratching through these walls 
some kind of dark feeling 
still stopping from the fall 
an existence to some 
from 4 to 3 to only one 
my finger tips are bleeding