Exchange me

For new

When what's really true

Is lost

The ground never changes

Just the people

Exchange me

For new

When what's really there

Is lost

The tables never turn

Just the lives

Exchange me

For darker nights

Longer lives

Deeper sleeps

When reality hurts too much

I'm nothing but a tool. . .

The sun never rises

You just exchange it for the moon

Exchange me

For you

When the bullets fly