people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself

the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard

i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say

sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize

Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear

what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that

How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past