I took his word,
he took his life.
He told me everything,
told me he was alright.

Life so fragile, it shatters when you touch it,
the world wasn't ready for him.
He wasn't ready for the world,
on a collision course.

The angels called for him,
and he left in the night.

The air is cold,
I see my breath.
Somehow, I think of you,
I still can't rest.

And to think it's been almost three years,
since I last saw your face.
Sometimes I can't believe it,
this worlds a cruel place.

The angels called for him,
and he left in the night.

I see your face,
in everything.
From smoke to the mirror,
I feel nothing.

Sometimes I question what I could have done,
to make sure you stayed here.
You always seemed a happy soul,
or maybe you knew the end was near.

I wish I could bring you back,
but we all know you'd disappear.
You left for a reason,
but I wish you were still here.

The angels called for him,
and he left in the night.

I always thought you were beautiful,
in my eyes, nothing less than perfection.
The way you spoke to me, so softly,
your voice like an angels, so heavenly.

I was far from the perfect man,
I tried my best to be what you wanted.
There's no doubt, I made mistakes,
always the wrong time, wrong place.

Don't make me plea and beg,
don't push my buttons,
get in my head.

I just want you to understand,
I'll always love you,
show it every chance I get.

You never liked me,
hated everything about me.

Left me to die,
but I'm still alive.

There's a sour taste in the air,
our room's been ransacked,
everything is gone.
You smile but say nothing,
you look me in the eyes,
something is wrong.

I can feel the house crumbling,
the pressure is too much,
nothing to say.
Your mouth moves, spitting venom,
but nothing comes out,
there's too much pain.

I can see you standing there,
you make no movement,
like a brick wall.
You look right through me,
like a sheet of glass,
I'm nothing at all.

Then you walk out the door,
walk right through me,
I'm nothing.
You don't look back,
don't turn back,
I'm nothing.

I've had dreams recently,
dreams of happier times,
where I have my mind.

I wake up every morning,
thinking they were real,
at least that's how they feel.

Walk into the bathroom,
see myself in the mirror,
if I listen, I still hear her.

Wash my face, brush my teeth,
swallow my pills and make believe.

I don't want to keep on fighting,
if it's just going to hurt,
even more than before.

I fear the world and all it has,
all it can take,
all that's at stake.

The odds are against me,
my chances of surviving,
as slim as getting struck by lightning,
a second time.

If I swallow these pills,
and let them control me,
what will become,
of me?

Spin my head around,
and make sure it don't stop.
The world is better blurred,
and better when your on top.

The sky is orange, red,
and even purple too.
The sun set on today,
but not on me and you.

The mind is an ocean,
vast and unknown.
It's hard to settle down,
and find a place called home.

I know I don't make sense,
most of the time.
But to me that's fine,
I don't really mind.

I hope you understand,
my condition is strange.
I like chaos and turmoil,
and hate when things change.

Please follow me,
to the ends of the Earth.
Don't stray far,
you might lose me.

The music's playing loud,
people are on their feet.
Not a single person,
is sitting in their seat.

Bass vibrates the heart,
guitar blows the mind,
lyrics save the soul,
having a good time.

Listen to the groove,
see the people move.
Time is on our side,
dancing through the night.

Everyone is free,
dancing around me.
Time is on our side,
we feel so alive.

Don't stop the beat,
don't stop the heat,
don't stop the sound,
till we hit the ground.

Music in our veins,
pumping through our hearts.
Hope you love the sound,
cause this is just the start.

Together, we are one,
tonight, we are friends,
tomorrow, we'll reminisce,
but for now, it never ends.

Some people tell me,
there's something out there.
Everyone has a calling,
yours is just not there.
Sometimes I wonder,
what they even know,
or if they even care.

Risen and fallen,
I know the feeling.
Fell face first before,
hit my head on the ceiling.
Can't seem to break out,
of these **** walls,
and they're peeling.

Everyday goes by,
nothing seems to change.
It's like I'm living days over,
they all seem the same.
Late at night, I lay in bed,
wondering exactly how,
to win this game.

So I ride the waves,
until they hit the shore.
Ride back out and repeat,
like it's not a bore.
This life I live is nothing special,
just another life,
and nothing more.