Remember those nights?
In the summer? So fine.
How we ran around
and forgot about time?
Remember those games we made,
thinking us clever?
Oh, how we believed
that it'd last forever.
Climbing trees.
Scraping our knees.
Childhood laughter--
caught in the breeze.
Growing up was
so far away.
Monsters in closets
is what we believed.
And the friends that we had
would always be near;
There was nowhere else
except for right here.
But time came, at last,
when we started to change;
We cut our hair
and hated our names.
We started to think
about "wrong" and "right."
Breaking petty laws
in the cover of night.
Friends all changed,
along with the things that we did.
But I'll never forget
being a kid.
Back when troubles
didn't exist.
Back when it was
gross to be kissed.
And I'll always cherish
what we use to do.
Back in the day
when I was still friends with you.

Just another day.
Just another break.
Just another moment
that my heart couldn't take.

One amongst the millions
staring into oblivion.
I stand amongst the world and yet
I stand alone; alone except--
except for all the cells in me
that quiver with anxiety.
From afar I'm just standing there--
seemingly unaware.
But I can feel everything:
the love, the hate and all it brings.
But I'm just another in the crowd;
You won't hear when I cry out.
So I'll keep it all in my mind
and hope I make it out alive.

You were always the strongest one among us.
But you payed the price to be so externally tough.
And now that our world has crashed and things have gotten rough,
we struggle completely by ourselves.

You never were one to cry so loudly.
And the pain behind your tears is quite astounding.
I want to pull you close to keep you from drowning,
but I need my limbs free to save myself.

Nobody, nobody
knows what to do.
Life is a mystery
that we wander through--
gathering hints
and interpreting clues.
But nobody, nobody
knows what is true.

Here in the masquerade,
plastic faces on parade.
Truth refracted by our lies.
Masks revealing what we hide.

Beneath the mask, a painted face--
there is no truth that's not erased.
We are what we pretend to be--
flaunting our complexities.

We cannot undo the mess we're in;
Our costumes now our second skin.
We choose carefully our facades;
We pay the price to act like Gods.

You won't miss me when I'm gone.
In fact, you probably won't even know.
We never did get along--
so why should you notice if I go?

I've got my mind made up,
my bags all packed.
I've got some money in my pocket
and a full tank of gas.

I'll be leaving come daybreak.
I'll spare you the goodbye.
I wouldn't mind getting lost,
so I'll leave the map and just drive.

All I wanted was an excuse to stay;
All I got were reasons to leave.
So I'm getting out of this place
to find somewhere better for me.