Many say, the cure to boredom
Is at the feet of friends, at the feet of family
And everything that's lived day by day; in reality

But, is it really?
Is this the cure to my pain?
How can that be, for you see
My problem is this so called cure,
For insanity

I do not wish to be like others
Yet, only to be me
I do not wish to be surrounded by others
Yet, to be only with me

Yes, Some call it lonely
But,
I enjoy this solitude, for when i am alone
I feel truly at home

And when that is,
I am happy not bored
Nor and Never will I be
Lonely

Because to me,
Just ‘cuz you're lonely, doesn't mean you're alone
So for me, i will always be me
When i'm all alone
In my true home.

Forever and always
Was our song
We were each others
But now its all wrong

I miss your smile
Your eyes,
Your voice
I miss you

For now, I have nothing
Except memories of our past
Since you have moved on

On to another song.

But I miss it,
The days we spent
The moments we shared
But most of all
I miss that song we called ours

They say its for our future
They say its for the better
They say its meant to set us right
But do they realize,
That were putting up a fight?

The building is the jail
The classrooms are our cells
And we,
Are the criminals

But of what crime?
Is youth our punishment
If so,
Could we meet death?

Forget this hell
In which the flames are sharp
With every word they speak
These devils make us weak

The inmates beside us
All tough and cruel
Or only do they seem

Behind their masks
Are their broken tears
With the pain of this hell
Which we hoped wasn't real

And then they say
This is for you my dear
With lies they fill up our ears

Yet,
One day i hope
That i can be set free
Either by my time
Or by a friend i have longed to greet

Death, my dear
Set me free
Before they take me away
And refine me

Into one of them
Who have no sense of individuality
For they have gone through this jail
Which they call reality

But for us,
It always is,
And always will be
The prison of a youth

This world is divided
By boundaries
Of love,
Of hate,
Of differences

Due to this,
People suffer, with pain
And laugh, with joy
But most just complain

Yet, when looked at closely,
One will notice,
The brush marks left,
By who created the circles;
The one we call society

Brothers have turned on brother,
Neighbour on neighbour,
Child on child,
Because of this word:
Different.

Black or brown,
White or asian,
All are divided
With words of segregation

But really,
Arent we all the same?
Human is our name
And humanity should be our game

Yet, no,
The world goes on to display
And point out the flaws in one another
Because of this word:
Different.

In the end,
This world is divided,
By no one else,
But ourselves.