maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it

As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide

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

Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice

A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and

Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life

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

i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken

i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine