Why is it that every time I search myself for the words I need to use to make a good impression to someone else, I always slip, bite my lip, and choke upon the urge to quit? Why can't I take all theses phrases that I've scribbled out upon countless pages, turn them into words that if they ever could be heard would be powerful enough to even shake the birds? How many more times am I going to have to rehearse and curse to myself, just to get it though that I can be just like anybody else, and that I don't need to worry because I can be happy by myself? What's it gonna take to make me feel like I belong, that I'm not as lame as I think I am for always writing songs, that people can still love me even though I've done them wrong, and that me and anybody else could ever really get along? Why does it always feel like my world is about to implode, like my insides are always about to explode, that no matter who's around me I always feel alone, and that no matter what I do I will die unknown?

Here I go again
Unable to abstain from sin
I lock myself within a box and never let anyone open it
I'm too tired to make another excuse
I'm too weak to put my skills to good use
All over once more
I forgot to build myself a door
I'm so tired of always being bored
Nobody would even want to i'm sure
I'll sit here and sink into the pit of my core
One more time
I look but cannot find
I've become displaced from my mind
I've left my body lying somewhere far behind
I can't return no matter how hard I try
Here I am again, nobody here but I

You can only divide yourself so many times
You spread yourself thin over too many lines
The war you've been waging must be fought on all fronts
You have to look strong when you're the king of the runts
And when the war ends you'll go home to find
The life you left waiting has left you behind
Old friends will have forgotten that you ever left
And you wont find a single woman with who you have slept
All the people you knew wont recognize the man who's come home
At least on the battlefield you were never so cold or alone

All day, Every Day
Working hard, I'm a slave
Count my money, I gotta save
Not enough, I'm underpaid
Next week comes, it's the same
Blow it all, can't get laid

All week, every week
Same old ****, you never speak
Never complain, try to preach
What gets in, nothing in reach
Skin is bubbling, temperatures peaked
Brain is empty, something leaked

I've been running for years
but never left my home
Wasting days away watching the world go by
Whenever I try to take part I break down and cry
All the people I want to know are always out of reach
And if they ever come close at all my words choke my throat
With a violent hack I spit up all I have caught in my brain
Then they disappear and we will never ever speak again
So I keep my heart inside, I keep my mouth from exposing
A fear that oft resides, all the doors and windows are closing
No places left to turn, what will I become
My chest it starts to burn, i think my days are done

Beneath the canopy of falling stars
We sat and waited in my car
I looked at you as you stared silently
As I wondered what was wrong with me
You said I messed up, but you did so much worse
I only gave you everything, but still my name you cursed
Now as the tide pulls away, I reach for you as you do the same
Why were we ever so close, when all of my words are now spent on your ghost
I really wish that you'd have stayed, and I just cant accept the choice that you made
But now I think that its too late, you were lucky to have even escaped

I just want you
For a short walk under the moon
With the breeze that will chill your exposed skin
I'll offer you my jacket if you would let me in
To the heart where my all of my faith has been placed
I can't help but smile when I see your face
But if you reject me and make me walk home alone
I'll leave with regret knowing we both went home cold