People see
fragments of what they used to be

People see
right through me

People ache
with every breath they take

People ache
to see the reflection they call fake

People bleed
as they crawl on hands and knees

People bleed
from their pride and selfish greed

People cry
as they reach the end of life

People cry
as they collide and finally die

No scream escaping your forcing grip.
No cry slipping through your tight lips.
No fear reaching from your fingertips.
No sadness seeping out of any tears or rips.

Not a single tear streaming down your face.
Simple perfection, poised with grace.
Let good emotions falsely replace.
Stay flawless, dressed in silk and lace.

All feelings bottled up inside.
All feeling trapped, and forced to hide.
All feelings unable to leak a small cry.
All feelings stuck. Happiness a lie.
No use to try.

Put on a smile, leave it there.
Don't take it off, don't you dare.
Nobody needs to really care.
It's your fault. It's only fair.

Keep quiet. Don't let them see.
Keep quiet. Let the truth be.
Keep quiet. Listen to me.
Your true feelings will never be free.

Laughter echoes in my mind.
Smiles reflect off of all four walls.
Memories of being left behind.
But still, the darkness calls.

People are just outside the door.
They're an arm's reach away.
I could leave and feel so much more.
But still, I seem to stay.

It's my fault, I never leave.
I'm broken, right to the bone.
All I ever do is grieve.
Forever lonely, never alone.

It used to be screaming cries.
But what happens when a scream dies.
It's left with silence, in candle light.
But what's one candle in the blackness of night.

You can't fill the empty hole inside.
It's hallowed out from all the times you tried.
There's only fragments left and so you hide.
Just waiting for the pain to subside.

Why has it become so much more quiet.
When moments ago it was chaos and riot.
I extinguished the only spark.
Now I'm just tiptoes in the dark.

One more night, stuck in the shadows.
One more light, of flickering candles.
One more fight, then no more battles.
For you to be alright, I'd sacrifice much more that I can handle.

Hundreds of wishes, thousands of clovers.
Time becoming so much slower.
Wasted hope, pointless dreams.
Thousands of useless clovers, drifting down the stream.

Wishing you were here right now,
Thousands of clovers drifting down and down.

Further, further,
Until my thousands of clovers are out of sight.
Because, every night...

I'd take a clover, make a wish.
Drop it in the river, watch it swirl like the fish.
Then I'd let it float far away.
I would drop those clovers, day after day.

But it would never be over.
There were thousands of clovers.