I can hear the echo,
of her pen tapping on her seat...

An angel with torn wings of black,
Perfection and a smile she lacks...

Everyone made fun of him day after day,
He tried to fit in but the cool kids would laugh...

So many feelings to write down,
So many smiles that cover up frowns...

This thing they call happiness?
Does it really exist...

This depression has conquered me,
It has made me look at life so differently...

She's lost.
A world that spins closer and closer to her fate...

Hold me like you used to, like I was whole,
Before you went and broke my heart, and destroyed...

Writing my feelings has just stopped working,
In dark thoughts my mind is lurking...

I just cant make up my mind,
Theres so many answers that I have yet to find...

I felt some inspiration,
thought I'd lay down a few lines...

Suddenly it burns to smile,
I havent felt this way in a quite awhile...