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...

Torments a new way
happening everyday...

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

You think your so good
you used me...

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

If you truly didn't care
why where you always there...