You're on your own, nowhere to go.

Where to run, you just don’t know.

Scared, crying and lying to yourself.

Leaving all you love on the shelf.


You’ll be okay, I swear.

Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.

Just call out when you can’t stand.

I’ll be there to hold you hand.


You’ll never be alone.

You can make this world your own.

Days, months and years pass.

So live every moment as your last.

You never know when it'll all end.

You'll never know if you heart will mend.


Love the things that make you, you.

Cherish the things that make you true.

In a moment it could all disappear.

It could all be gone within this year.


So make things last. Even for a little while,

so that in the end, you'll stop and smile.

Forever. What a strange thing.
Everlasting. But what will it bring
But even stranger... there’s love.
Something that helps you rise above.


When you’re in love, everything turns.
When they smile, your face burns.
I’m in love. Don’t want to admit.
I don’t want to. Not one bit.


I hate it, by the way.
I’ll hate it till my final day.
But I like it too. Don’t know why.
I want to confess. Not to be shy.


But I can’t. And I hate it.
You know, I should just quit.
My heart says otherwise.
No matter how much my soul cries.


I’ll live with it for a while more.
Until then, you are the one I adore.

I did it. I tore it down.

The things I look at and frown.

It wasn't always this way.

I used to love them until that day.


I want to scream, shout and cry.

But I can't and I don't know why.

I feel empty, day by day.

I try to tell but never know what to say.


They'll say I'm pretending, it's not real.

But how do they know how I feel?

So I wear a mask to hide the pain.

If I'm the "real me", what's there to gain?


Sadness, guilt, and disappointment. That's it.

So I'll wear that mask. I can do it.

But I want to help them, people like me.

To help them be who they want to be.


Help them achieve something they dream of.

Help them grow wings and soar above.

I'll help them all. Then maybe I,

could be helped too and bid these thoughts goodbye.

I wish my dreams were real.

Where sadness is something I wouldn't feel.

Where I'm happy and everyone else is.

Where no one is forgotten in the abyss.


A place where someone's by my side.

Where that someone would never hide.

Somewhere where the silent is heard.

Where the meek will fly like a bird.


This place would be a dream come true.

A place where everyone is less blue.

But I could only dream of this place.

Because it's not real. Not a trace.

I'm fighting demons in my head.

It fights me and straps me to my bed.

It's weird. It's really strange,

that this feeling will never change.


I can't give up just yet. Not now.

I'll keep going, though I don't know how.

I'll find a way to get rid of this thing.

Even if it hurts. Even if it'll sting.


And though I know I may never win,

I will never give up. I will never give in.