Pleasantries behind

Be the wind…
find me breathing lonesome next to myself.
Let my past be the mast I need to set my sail.
He's pissed off,
but he's still on his best behavior till I'm gone.
We got some insignificant words to replace with a song.
And I would kill just to lose my mind.
You would kill just to have my sight.
We could kill a man so love can find a way.
What I would give just to say…..
I have gold in my hands for the weaker.
I have bread for the lives of the rich.
Help me leave myself.
Help me leave myself.
Give me words, give them health.
Help me leave myself.
I have gold in my hands for the weaker.
I have bread for the lives of the rich.
O yeah, they are brighter.