On Individuality
Quite the breeze boy
I still wonder why i came here
Im over dramatic and spastic
Holden on the hope to home
Im sitting on the stump gotta name these tears
Iv gotta get out of here
Fade to black a heart attack
Watch my world disappear
Put me to sleep again
My dreams are my safe haven
Im lying in these paper walls
Wind and snow tear it down but it still wont fall
Oh im asleep
Too much sin to count these sheep
Im so close to the stars
But i feel the heat
Of them constantly watching me
I see
I see
Make me bleed
Im holding the sun again
I feel the world lookeng over my shoulder
Iv sung mountains down
I watch the face turn away because they can't stand the sound
Iv been ripping my hands apart
Grabbing the cold stares from the trees
It consistently drowns the sound
My screams and crys as my hands hit the ground
Cuff me and cut me I deserve it
Though im not sure im worth it
Im blank ideals its too surreal
Have my heart not my soul so that i cant feel
I dont feel the street again
I hear the wind dancing on my face
Locks and keys cant fix me
The scandalous ground keeps on calling me
Why do i dream
It just hurts me the more i sleep
The ground keeps burning down
Il give up my life just to get out
I need to drop this situation
I need to go just to break my skin
I cant stand the silent sounds
Im a wanted man begging to die again.