We build our bridges
We tear them down
We wish for kisses
We get frowns
We accept it
As though it's all we deserve
Because we know we were meant to be seen.
Not heard.

We build our cities
Live our lives
We hide our struggles and our strifes
They don't want to hear it
So we don't say a word
Because we know we were meant to be seen.
Not heard

And we take it
We listen to them
We **** it up
Again and again
The stories that we cannot tell
For we were meant to be seen and not heard
In this hell

I make music, I make noise
They try to tear me down
But they can't speak over my voice
They try to quiet me
But listen to my words
I was meant to be seen
*and heard

"It's a cloud," they tell me, "that's all that it is"
The way a stone is a stone, and a brick is a brick.
"But, see? It's a flower, it's a rose without thorns"
"It's a duck with no bill, it's a dancing unicorn!"
Stratus and Cirrus? They cannot define
These beautiful creatures that dance in the sky
You hide behind reality, what you know to exist
Living through life but only catching a glimpse
Of what life has to offer
Just look at the clouds!
Stories untold that beg to be screamed aloud.
Refusing to tell them is what makes a brick a brick
But sometimes that isn't all that there is!
Look in the sky
Listen to it's tales
For reality is boring
But dreams prevail.

A village of cheers is still a village of screams
But a village of nightmares is still a village of dreams.
A village of hope is a village of illusion
A village of genius is a village of confusion
There's always a dark side
But the sun's always bright
There's always a day coming after the night
Looking on the bright side is always so hard
But if your hand is ******
Just turn over a new card.

If guns shot words
Those guns would say
"Fight not with bullets, but with tongues"
Use the words, the powerful words
That sprout out from your lungs

If grenades exploded
And they were loaded
With kindness and happiness and joy,
Those bombs would blow
And smiles would glow
Over every girl and boy

If cannons were words
Those words would tell
That words, they touch
While weapons yell

If guns shot words, those words would say
"We fight with love,
Not guns today."

It's the story I refuse to tell
The story of before we fell...

The story of an empire of glory and fame
The story of Rome by any other name
We were a tower made solely of paper
I was dangling off the roof of our fragile skyscraper
The wind in my hair was strong enough to defeat
Those ****** angry monsters that danced at my feet
We were an empire, but all is the same
We were just Rome by any other name

Until death I'd sworn to defend
That ******* story
This is the end

Is it something I said
Is it just how it is
Did some other girl give him more than I did

Is he telling the truth
That its not me, it's him
Is it something I said?
Is that just how it is?

I wonder how he's doing without me
If his new girl is funnier and pretty
Or if he's alone
Under covers at home
Wallowing in his own self pity

I wonder how he's doing without me
If he's rid of the remnants of our love
Or if they're held holy
To that boy that's now lonely
I wonder who he's thinking of

I hope he's doing well without me
I hope he is more than satisfied
I hope it is worth it
To him and his girlfriend
Worth all of the tears that I've cried