Whispering in the dark says I don't want it.
Screaming in my head says I can't have it.
The echoing fear loneliness surrounds me,
Knowing that I have nobody slowly kills me.
I have no arms just for me.
Not even my own,
Because they hold someone I love.
They just take my arms home,
I stand here innocently,
Alone.

And I lay here looking at the sky,
Counting all the leaves that are prepared to die.
Yet they all stay up attached to their tree,
Helping it live on as they die from the disease,
Called Winter.

It's called Winter,
Freezes over the warmth.
It's called Winter,
Pauses back and forth.

And now you know you're trapped,
For nature's mid year nap.
Don't you love the taste of the sap,
As you fall down to your knees.

Until then I lay here.
Until then I will lie.
Waiting for the boss to come down,
And tells me that now is the time to die.

The birds are flying over head,
They make Vs in the sky.
Why not make tissues birds,
For all the ones who cry?

I wait here laying down,
Eyes upon the sky.
Waiting for that lucky bird,
To fall from reaching too high.

Or maybe he'll be alright,
Maybe he'll be just fine.
And just **** on me,
I pray that I am such a lucky guy.

Maybe the Winter will let me be,
Until then I look toward the sky.

Now it's getting dark,
Don't have a clue why,
But I see the bright lights over head,
Now I'm ready to die.

I've got that anxiety man,
Faces all around me seem to sag and frown.
Preacher man tells me to look at the sky not ground.
But I want to give the bugs the curusty of eye contact as I walk over them.
Why is their life so simple and mine so unsure?
Bet bugs don't even love they just **** and crawl on.

**** man, I hate all these eyes.
Tip toeing after me like the headlining band.
Not waiting to begin ******* as I head on my way in.
All the clocks say ten but the sun screams it's dawn.
Why aren't I in ******* bed right now...
Can someone shut that bird up!?

Our society is playing limbo,
That bars drops and drops.
When you hit it you fall,
When you fall you crash.
Now you your broken,
Time for relapse.
Remember back in a time before,
Where ****** were gentle,
And guys could roam.
Skip down hopscotch boulevard,
To end up in a hole,
Below the bar.
Under pavement,
Alone an understatement.
As you try to procrastinate,
Your suffocation.
Died long ago score under par,
Taken out like everyone else,
By that **** bar.