When our darkest day comes
We must learn to adapt
So that one day
We will triumph once more

What happens when the hero dies
When the words aren't right
When I have lost my soul
And I've lost my mind
When all is said and done
And my hope is gone?

Strength is measured by numbers
Numbers give us goals
Goals we can strive to reach
The higher the number
The stronger we're perceived

Only physical strength uses numbers

Mental strength
Emotional strength

Neither can be measured
With a unit

Life is a game
The few who know how to play are
Successful

I'm not one of those people

Why is it that I never cry
When I know that my life is a lie?
Is it wrong that I pretend to stay strong
When I’m nothing more than a broken man?
Is it okay that I hide behind a mask
So the world will not know the demon I am?
Is it sad that I wish I’d die
So there’s nothing left to remember me by?

By God I know it’s wrong!!!
I might not be staring down the barrel of a 45
But I surely would like to end my life
For I lie to myself night after night
Just giving myself false reasons why I should stay alive

Is life truly better than death.
I’ve only experienced life,
And I have discovered that it is Hell
So death can only be that bad.
At least in Hell I could find comfort
Knowing that everyone was just as bad as me

But instead, I keep on going
Just living this pitiful life
With each and every stride
I try not to accept it
But I know it’s just a lie