Forced to be a man,
He walks the streets at night,
Looking for something more,
But finds no one in sight,

Scatter-brained and crying,
He feels so unloved,
His heart is slowly dying,
He's finally had enough,

He grabs a piece of paper,
He writes to the ones he loves,
He grabs a piece of steel,
And falls upon his rug,

Flashing lights and sirens,
They pain his eyes and ears,
He spies his family huddled up,
Sobbing little tears,

A lady with a secret,
Her heart is full of pain,
She fakes a smile everyday,
Just to hide her shame,

She wants to be accepted,
She wants to know the truth,
She understands what she cannot change,
But she ties herself a noose,

She just wants to forget,
But it cannot be so,
Her scars, they tell a story,
For the world to know,

She's dying from depression,
The feeling is a killer,
She's forced to play the victim,
But she just needs a hero,

Nothing changes. Every day ends the same. You come home, greet your family, light up a cigarette and lay down. You stare up at the ceiling, though you don't really look at it. You just sit there, thinking. Watching old memories in your head. Reminising about the good old days. Though they weren't that different from these days. You tell yourself, oh, how things have changed. But they really haven't. Nothing changes. Every day ends the same. You come home and things are still the same.

She's got pain in her eyes.
Hidden by the sparkles of a hopeless future.
No one can see her.
No one can hear her.

She's crying.
Trying to hold on to the last bit of peace remaining.
They call her **** and *****.
She has pain in her eyes.
The kind everyone ignores.

She just wants a little peace.
A quiet place to sit and think.
But that's a luxury she can't afford.
She's got life hidden in her.

Wide eyed and scared.
She wonders of the future.
She's afraid.
How can she raise a man, when it was a man who brought her this pain?

She twists and turns in the night.
Midnight snacking  on late night delights.
She feels the little one inside.
His little flame shines forever bright.

But now there's light in her eyes.
Shining brighter than the biggest star in the sky.
She's waiting for the future.
For the day her son can see her.

My watch says six but my clock says eleven.
I haven't bought a calender since 2007.
Time has no meaning in a place so far from heaven.
Where it's people were eager to meet a dead end.

From dark streets of stone to the wind chilled bones, this town is my town.
A place I call home.

Its a land of the dead, from self saddened dread.
Everyone of us bled for a life with the dead.
None of us here are whole in the head.
We're living in here with constant distress.

We've been pushed just too far.
We're stuck in pools of tar.
Although we look to the stars,
We see no angels afar.

As long as we're here,
We'll never disappear.
As the dark draws near,
We still wait for angels to appear.