Sometimes im silent
Not because i dont have anything to say
But simply because
Its hard to talk over the voices in my head

All storms break, the sun dazzles through the trees
My eyes startle open at the absurdity

**** myself? As in, actually **** myself?
What was I thinking?
The finality makes me catch my breath
What was I thinking?

The shadows are just shadows, they don't have teeth
There is no romance, no comfort to be found from falling into the stars

I release my fears and my dreams
The sun dances through the trees

Somehow, somewhere
All storms break in the end.

Musical notes drifting to my brain,
Sedative for my overthinking,
When there's no one left to blame,
Into the music I start sinking,

Voices of song to overpower,
The ones screaming inside,
Tunes continue to play as I cower,
Listening wide-eyed.

People always say things get better,
And they often do,
But that doesn't mean **** to the person listening,
cuz they still gotta make it through.

When the joker comes out to play,
Do we not laugh with the crowds?

And when the clown is on the walkway,
Does joy not fly among the clouds?

It will rain on us on our days too dry,
When the hum of people runs out,

When we hear the sound of the battlecry,
We call our jokesters from his hideout.

Tumble weeds and mistaken deeds,
Questions left unanswered,

From 'goodbye's to 'please don't lie's,
Pain completely transfered.