Wondering threw the dark,
I notice how alone we all are,
How sad we must all feel in this darkness,
How angry we must all seem to be at ourselves,
So sad, angry, and alone,
You probably feel like all is lost,
Or there is nothing left for you,
But like a wise man once said,
"You can't always see the light at the end of the tunnel,
But if you keep moving, You will come to a better place"
You gotta keep going,
Even through,
The darkest tunnels.

I sit and watch,
The desolation of the land,
The barriers that form between groups,
The greed grow with'n the powerful,
The poor being ignored
The strong feared being fear,
The rights being stripped away from us,
Our lives being dictated by the few,
Our brains being indoctrinated to conform,
The people, turned machine,
Our wants, our needs, and our dreams,
Being ignored,
But that's okay,
Because we will rise against and think for ourselves,
We will break the pattern that has been created in our lives,
We will fight back and create peace,
But peace,
Can only be obtained threw peace,
Not threw violence, nor bloodshed, nor hate,
But by uniting as one,
Right?
Right?
......right?

We sit by ourselves,
Staring at what we had done,
While the red sea below us grow's evermore,
We say that it's all our fault,
We say that there's nothing left,
Yet we continue to live,
And increase the size of which the sea grows,
And continue to drown ourselves,
In what we call,
The sea of blood.

I'd be dead without you,
Your the only one who knows that,
And the only one who doesn't remember,
If it weren't for you, then I wouldn't be who I am now,
If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known happiness,
If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to make it this far,
If it weren't for me,
You would have been with him sooner

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.