I cry everynight about you,
But only if I'm not tasting butterscotch mint,
I see you in my head,
But only when I'm asleep,
Your like a never-ending nightmare,
But also a never ending dream,
And now you've pushed me away,
Just like you should have,
Because with me around,
I'm really the one bringing you down.

The thoughts of you pop into my head so much,
I dont know why, or how, or even,
If you feel the same about me,
But in reality,
It was best for you for me to push you away,
I was never your number one,
Never your goto,
We might have been together,
But that was because I was the last one,
You say otherwise, you try to show me too,
But in trying to show, you also show the truth,
It was never about me,
Just about you....

He clacks away at his keyboard,
Clack, Clack, Clack,
Writing words that no-one will see,
Yet he still hits the back button,
The button that deletes what he see's,
Why?
No-one else see's the words,
No-one else will judge him for what is typed,
No-one else will bother with reading,
But it makes him feel good,
Just to get out what is held inside,
Just like many others,
Who clack, clack, clack,
On their keyboards.

Looking at the stars in the night it becomes evident,
Laying in the grass it become real,
Hearing the wind howl in my ears it sounds like the truth,
Feeling the tears fall down my face I see my life,
I see where I've started,
I hear the people who are entwined in my life,  
I feel the change that had taken place in me,
And I let loose my tears into the truth that blows them away,
And I let out a Sha-la-lu-la,
Knowing that I am truly,
Human.

They say you move on,
They say there'll be others,
But they are never right.

She’s still there in your head,
Like a memory trying to escape,
So you decide to let go,
But it never leaves.

You try to move on,
But your always brought back,
To those days,
Of the past.

You think you’ve gotten better,
But in reality,
Your still dead inside.

It's all around you at night,
It's in your head all the time,
Yet you look away from it,
You say it's not there,
You pretend that it never existed,
Yet,
It's still there,
And it will follow you to the end,
So just accept it,
Accept who you are,
What you've done,
And what you stand for,
Only then,
Will the truth become strength.

The fog appears at the most random times,
Even when you think you see the light,
Yet it’s just your imagination,
That forms in the night.

It’s not just the fog, nor the light,
That is your fear in the night,
It's the one you let go,
Who brings back the fright.

But the reality is, you can’t let go,
You regret your actions,
You regret your thoughts,
You regret all that you’ve become.

Now you pay the price,
Now you suffer your choices,
And can only dream of the day,
When it all finally goes away.