Black and blue,
A life lived left its burning imprint.
Fade to grey,
Not who you were,
Not quite who you'll be.

What is there left to do?
Keep on pushing forward,
Broken and bruised.

Nose-bleed red,
Consumed by battles on all fronts.
A deep black hole
That wants to be filled,
Feel something real.

What is there left to do?
Keep on marching on,
A trail of blood drops.

A distance kept,
Too much tears been wept,
Life is nothing but passing time.
Let it never be said
That a chance has been wasted,
Just tired of trust being betrayed.

Black and blue,
Bruises worn like a medal of bravery.
Ghost in the shell,
Not who you were
But who you chose to be.

What is there left to say?
Keep on moving forward,
Black and blue.