Where were you?
As of today...

Been picked at,
for so long...

Look into my eyes
are you trying to tell me you don't see...

As i stare out the window
I imagine a little me...

The tickling feeling you feel inside
that makes you laugh,yet want to hide...

I miss you
perhaps to much...

I sit and think and wonder why
I have to live instead of die...

No more will I be stepped on
No more will I believe...

I see that look in your eyes
and i hate and despise...

So far aper
yet close together...

You must pay the price for running around,
and for all the people that you put down...

The slightest move can bring violence,
Yet one simple word can break the silence...