I see your face lowered in shame
You are constantly always taking the blame
You've done nothing wrong but yet filled up with guilt
You seem to be like a plant wilting away
I always grumble at the sacrifices I made
Yet you do so much and don't gain
I can see the tears in your eyes caused by my pain
And I just want you to know I'm sorry for my ways

You've been knocked down
pushed around by emotions
With all your heart and soul
A broken-will, and a dream most shattered
head down filled with rage and despaired
With a puddle of tears on the ground
In the darkness you lie on the cold prickled floor
wondering if its worth it anymore
You try and get up but all you do is fall back down
But you remember to have the strength and stand back up
your hatred, pain, weaknesses, tears and madness vanished

Punk lips in perpetual paralysis,
and they're too afraid to let them kiss.
Too afraid to try to let it last
because of the blurs in their past.

I think the kids are in trouble.
Hanging out with temporary people;
making the wrong times never stop.
Smoking dreams with glass lovers
to indie sonnets and neon power pop.

The world knows they can pretend,
and it's their hearts they can't defend
from the illusion of what they could be,
and the loneliness of what they'll never see.

They skate the pavement until the sun sits,
and drink ***** from water bottles until their hurt slurs.
It's the preparation of tomorrow and what it may not bring
that makes every moment before, everything.

They're scared because it's real,
and I'm scared because they're scared.