""Maybe you should eat more pills
So the muscle toned and empty headed can get their fills
And we can just keep marching on,
Marching on, marching on." I mumbled looking down at the carpet. There was a long pause after that, because Levi was strumming chords, Benjamin was writing, and I was looking at my feet. After what seemed like forever, Benjamin spoke up;
"Onward I drag my feet
I paint my wrists to the dreaded beat
Onward, I march on
To the beat of my lonely song, and i'll scream
To your illness,
The very disease you hold
You make me sick, it's a sickness
There's a fake behind every lie told
So march on, and hide your face
Bodies drop along with your disgrace." Benjamin added, looking very unsure of himself.
"Sick dude." Levi said, strumming more chords. I wrote that down, before shooting Benjamin a smile.
"I think verse one should be the chorus as well." Levi suggested looking to Benjamin and me for confirmation." http://wattpad.com/story/3406723