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.