I used to be my own
my heart was free to beat...

The pain inside is growing
Its making me feel week...

Its bad
its loneliness...

Broken,
true silence...

As I walk through the crowd
I have no friends, just candidates...

The Battle
Your hands on a shield...

The time of year has passed
only to come back...

You talk all the time
commute in my mind...

Torments a new way
happening everyday...

You think your so good
you used me...

When you walk in a forest
look up at the trees...

All those people playing cool
they think they rule this school...