Grab my hand dear friend
and firmly clasp...
Tortured souls,
with no escape...
I want to sore high in the sky.
I want to be so innocent and sweet...
Why do they all do that to themsleves
They think they have to be perfect...
While I sit in the middle of the classroon,
just string at the scribels...
To have thousands of people around you,
and never feel more alone...
I miss you most now,
That I am in my time of need...
It is said that the younger generation, we, are...
you remember...
I used to cry myself to sleep,
I used to fake my smile...
I can feel u looking at me,
but pretend i dont...
Staring out the window
On the border of light and darkness...
Just as there are some things
that must be seen to be believed...