Yes I am sick.
It comes from the night.
The pain comes from the drowsiness of nothing's alright.
I'd wish for quick release, I'm dying so slow.
Unless you are next to me, my face you don't know.
It wears a mask of the tired, an expression of cold.
A face saying, "yes, this is my emotional low".
Here my will does not break and my will does not fold,
and all I ask is that I die now if I die alone.
The beauty of the world is hidden in darkness and shallow.
The streets are lit with the windows with doings so foul.
Yes this is the poor, and here lives the shallows.
Who's responsible for this madness, shall they go to the gallows?
There's still so much to do, and so much to be done.
All under the span of the lights before the sun.
The stars are so quiet, they must be too shy.
Or maybe, just like me, they're waiting to die.

Of course I feel like dying, the world's only getting blacker.
Of course I feel like crying, I feel like a disaster.
I see the light through crimson eyes and that appears is red.
It's not hate, maybe its' rage, but I know my spirit's dead.
I take that back, that's not the fact. It's probably only sleeping.
Yet so much I look around and hope that I'm not dreaming.
Cause everything's not so painful and dark, not everything's a funeral
Just get out and smell the roses, this life is also beautiful.

Yes I feel the pain and yes I see the bruises.
Yes I've had the scars but really what the truth is
it's not those that've carved me but those that consumed my past.
Just hoping til the day I die the subduction of need will last.
Not that that was a need I just wanted a reminder,
that my pain was not in vain and that I'm still a fighter.
Though I used the edge against myself and I've been on the wrong the whole time,
I don't need self confirmation of confidence, what I need is a sign.
I know that times are getting dark and the world is getting colder,
and even still the world still feels right above your shoulders.
When I'm buried, put it deep,
Maybe then I'll get a better sleep.
Same thing goes for all the children,
Cause the Lord knows there's at least a billion
of them too awake of how the world truly is.
But then again, maybe then that's when they'll truly live.

Tell me why I can never win.
I fall to the depths and depths of sin.
Tell me how long I have to wait for the long term payoff,
I can be on top of the world until the world forces me to get off.
Believe in balance then look at me,
if you're beliefs aren't turned yet then you're probably not looking at me.
Cause sometimes I feel so heavy I tip myself off the edge,
And here I am not even college.
But that doesn't change how much I've seen,
all the tears, all the grass so green.
On the other side of the fence of life,
if they knew how much I've tried to go their I'd surely hide.
I know my reaction's pretty common but still taboo,
and still this all might relate to you.
Yes life is good but is that fair?
Cause all the hate has to go somewhere,
and when it's to be seen, yes, it's one to scare.

Yes, my soul has been bleeding,
how else can it renew?
And now my old self is leaving,
can I be rescued?
These thoughts battle with my heart, though they'll never win.
Because I've long obtained an ultimate strength that I carry within.
This is a history book now,
and I've made the pages.
and history will change now,
it's gone on for too many ages.
These thoughts battle with my heart, though they'll never win.
Because I've long obtained an ultimate strength that I carry within.
My mind, it's too impressionable now.
Alone, experiences have influenced me.
This soul, it will win this battle somehow.
Foretold, I feel this change has got to be.

Yes, my soul has been bleeding,
how else can it renew?
And now my old self is leaving,
can I be rescued?
These thoughts battle with my heart, though they'll never win.
Because I've long obtained an ultimate strength that I carry within.
This is a history book now,
and I've made the pages.
and history will change now,
it's gone on for too many ages.
These thoughts battle with my heart, though they'll never win.
Because I've long obtained an ultimate strength that I carry within.
My mind, it's too impressionable now.
Alone, experiences have influenced me.
This soul, it will win this battle somehow.
Foretold, I feel this change has got to be.

I had to let some out,
I'm an emotional person without a doubt.
I don't see crying as a bad thing, an outlet literally for the bad things to come out.
I'm serious, it's an outlet.
It's no okay thing to let those bottled things make you hollow.
Upset and sorrow,
one can last a night and the other could carry on tomorrow.
You could either refuse your pride to chew or take your dose of pride and swallow.
I don't believe a tough person never goes through the motions,
For toughness is the willingness to bend but not break from the emotions.
And crying is to bend, freaking out is to break.
Freaking out is waiting too long to accept what you couldn't take and keeping straight.
This is a point, it's firm and sharp belief of mine,
A rule of life clearly defined,
A bright and bold crossing line.
And others may not see it, that much I know already.
And yet I notice those ones often become unsteady,
this is a life issue, something that we each need to resolve,
something for each of us to handle and even get a friend involved.
Or at least me, if not that I don't know what I'm here for,
that's at least what I think of a friend,
please note that I'm still yours.