Why am i doing this
not telling you how i feel...

Stumbling home
Because I'm just so drunk...

Its almost like I'm staring at you
through invisible bars...

This generation is lost
In a whirlwind of hate...

Staring at the blank page in front of me
trying to think of what to say...

Where do i begin
how do i start...

I cant sleep at night
i just keep staring at the north star...

I try to say it
but its impossible to speak three words to you...

I ask myself what do I do
My thoughts start to swirl...

Nothing is left for me
In this chaos of ash and smoke...

When I first met you
You were looking for a fight...

When I look at you
I see sparks fly from your eyes...