Each night, I stay up beyond the stars sight,
They count down the moments till my eyes shut...

With all the broken pieces,
Each of the tearing creases...

Break me. Mistake me. Being fake toward me.
Hide me. Never confide in me. Always decide...

A lyricist creates lyrics.
A poet writes poems...

Sitting in a McDonalds,
staring off in space...

I'm sure he never liked me, and now probably never...
Than one night life caught up to me, and nothing...

I've tried and I've tried, to find a place to...
But the miles keep getting longer...

You look me up and down,
Try all you can...

I've got my crazy imagination,
I'm a piece of art and God's Creation...

When you hear this emotions may build up,
Or you may feel nothing at all...

I was five yours old, and he was six.
He was swinging on the swings, when he sa me...

I've got my style,
I've got my own mind...