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.

Drip Drip Drip,
Red oozes out of his hand,
The scars barely visible from the bottom of the red sea,
With each drop,
Another thought gone,
With every slice,
More emotion lost,
With every tear,
another friend lost.

Time can heal,
Time can hurt,
It's up to us,
To use it wisely,
Even though the pain will show,
We must traverse on,
That way time heals,
All our wounds,
Will be gone

We sit there regretting past actions,
We sit here from our choices,
We suffer through the consequences,
such is life,
Our clothes are stained red,
From our pain that took form,
Yet we live on, and grow from that pain,
such is life,
We may leave good times behind,
But thats okay,
As long as we have,
Our scars and souvenirs.

He’s sitting on a hill, alone, with the warmth of the sun on his face. He watches the sun set, its beautiful. But he knows that once its gone, it'll get cold and dark.
He sits patiently, scared, and alone. In his mind he sits, waiting, thinking of ways to keep the sun up. There's only one way for it to stay up for him, he has to pursue the sun all around the world, but what's the point in that? That will only last until he tires out and collapsed with exhaustion, mental exhaustion. So, instead, he sits, accepting what will happen soon.
He’s tired of chasing the sun, he's already done it so much. So instead, he waits, and waits, and waits. He knows that he’ll be alone even more, but is he really alone with all the stars in the sky? The galaxy looking down on him, the stars shining the night. But instead of chasing or accepting the sun, why can’t he chase the stars instead? Why can’t he return to where he came from? Because, he hates were he came from, hates how he used to be before chasing the sun. He hated staying in one place...hating how he never changed for the better.
Chasing the sun was only chasing after a single possibility, while the stars begin to shine on his back, the sun sets, getting slower and slower as it falls. Why is he still sitting here, looking towards only one possibility, only one path?
Again, he’s just afraid, afraid that if he turns around to look towards the stars he’ll lose that sun forever, because once the sun sets, it won’t come back until another path has been set out. Why should people only chase after one path, why not make a path that connects multiple things, why not connect the sun to the stars? Because the sun only stays during the day, and not during the night. He’s tired, very tired. He lays on his back and looks up… the sky filled with partial sunlight and partial night sky. It too is beautiful, the endless possibilities in the sky each a wonder, each a potential path… yet he feels to involved to quit chasing the sun, he stands up and begins running towards the sun, afraid of the possibilities, afraid of himself, and afraid of what will happen to him if the sun is lost.
He chases it, running and running, but the sun doesn’t rise back up, it only stays in the same setting position it was in before he started chasing again. But that is only temporary, for he is still tired, exhausted, and still alone…..

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.