Throw me a lifeline.
Show me some mercy.
The Sun is to bright,
and the wind is to loud.
Oh what a whoa is me.

Alone in a world,
So big and so bold.
Where do I belong?
A puzzle piece without a space.
What could all this mean?

Show me a life worth living,
grant me a wish for love.
Tend to my needs like a mother.
While I cry like a child.

What is a life without living?
What could all this mean?
Where do the roads less traveled end?
And is there a place for me?

Give me perspective,
Give me hope.
Give me the reason,
Give me the rope.

At the long road ahead we find that life can be hard.
Let’s come together, let’s make it work.
We are the future, let’s leave the past.
In the back of our minds untill it’s gone.

They talk in circles around your head.
They say your wrong when you are mad.
But you got questions to ******* thoughts.
It’s all a trick to make you question yourself.

At the end of your rope.
At the bottom of your hope.
Don’t be discouraged, don’t be afraid.
Your life is your own to break or save.

No light.
No life.
All dark.
All hate.
Be sound.
Be true.
Give love and make it what you want it to be.

At the end of your rope.
At the bottom of your hope.
Don’t be discouraged, don’t be afraid.
Your life is your own to break or save.

I wonder if you’d care to explain yourself?
    Not to make any off handed suggestion.
But I’m curious of how you draw so much attention?
      You don’t seem to belong.
You haven’t even a resemblance of class.
       I wonder if anyone’s ever told you?
How would that even come to pass ?
       And what’s worse is you don’t seem to care.
Haven’t you got any shame?
        Or do you hide in plain site wearing your pain?
I wonder what goes through your head?
        When you act how you do.
Teasing the boys cause you like how it feels.
        Spotlight on you like the sun always shining.
While all the boys you’ve hurt sit somewhere crying.
        Your striding with a smile while inside your dying.
I wonder what love would help you be sill.
        Or are you like a bird free and at your own will.

In the cover of the night we say what we feel.
In the cover of the night our true selfs are revealed.
They come  creeping up from graves of past memories we buried long ago.
We are hidden from the truth.
Disguised to hide ourselfs.
This is the beginning of the end.
In the. Cover of the night we hide.
In the cover of the night we find out true selfs.

I once sought the attention of an undeserving girl.

I once promised her the world.

Flowered her with gifts and words of love and affection.

Held hands and walked along the roads lest traveled.

Spent the night gazing at the stars sharing ghost stories from the past.

But like all good things our love did not last.

She grew tired of the moment and said love was not enough.

Next time I’ll have to be more careful.

I’d hate to think of me as an afterthought.
A one shot glimpse of the past, like a flash of memory bursting into your mind when you see something familiar.
Maybe it reminds you of a certain time or place.
Just a second we might have shared.
But then it’s gone and I’m out of your mind again.
Not even a second thought.

I’d hate to be one of those people who can’t let things go.
That linger in the past .
That dwell on what if's.
Reminiscing about better times and youth; lost in drunken rambles to the wall.

I wish I was one of those men in one of those  movies.
Always knowing what to say and what to do.
Maybe I would have known  what to do then.
Maybe I would know what to do now.

I don’t want one of those happy ending.
I just want to be decently happy.
Is that so much to ask?
For decent happiness?

Go.
Drive your car.
Into the dark.
Go as far as you can go.
Get away from here.

Stay.
If you dare.
If you don’t care about a single inch of self respect.

Don’t you blink.
Or it might disappear.
Every dream and aspiration that you’ve had.

Cause when the sun comes up every face looks so different.
All the good you saw turns bad and rots away.
And you find yourself asking why you ever stayed.

Look.
Look around.
This mile long town, it wasn’t yours to bare.

Do you care?
Would you blink if it was gone tomorrow?
Would you think about it at all?

So just go.
Just leave it all behind.
Don’t expect a face to look your way, your on your own.

Cause when the sun comes up every face looks so different.
All the good you saw turns bad and rots away.
And you find yourself asking why you ever stayed.