To be free from the strife.
Only one thing left to find.
The essence that comes from the burdened space inside.
The glow of the light that soon dulls do a flicker.

The burden of facing the darkness with no light.
It is so tiring to wander around with no light.
Going nowhere in the right direction.
Having nowhere to go.

Knowing what is to come next is the easy part.
Thinking about what has already happened is the hardest thing of all.
Setting aside the burden the truth bestows upon hate.
The raging inside knowing it is still alive.

Floating around in the darkness.
Staying in the darkness for all of eternity.
Staying alive in the world with nothing left to do.
To find the light and move on to somewhere else.

Finding the freedom and clenching on to it.
Never letting it go.
That is the only thing needed.
"The price of freedom is steep."

There is no one else that sticks around like you.
No one knows how to tackle my mind like you do.
It is crazy how well you know me.
If I could only have one friend you would be my only.

I do not know how I gain the courage to open up.
I do not even think about it with other people.
I get a strange feeling of strength around you.
You always help me when I get so blue.

To repay you would be almost unheard of.
I have no clue where to begin.
You give me a sense of security.
One where I know you will not let me stay in obscurity.

The concerned look on your face when I tell you things,
The way you get so empathetic,
It makes me feel like you really care.
You bring me up like I am walking on air.

I have no more respect for anyone else.
You will always be the top of my list.
I think about you whenever I feel like I might lose it.
I remember how you would not let there be another slit.

You do what you have to to make me speak.
You give me a reason to move one.
I wish I could tell you how you bring me to my knees.
And how you see what no one else sees.

I have a great feeling of existence when I am alone.
It's as if I can finally come alive.
I can go on for so long on my own.
I love the feeling when I can do what I want.

I love the feeling of being alone.
People tell me I am quiet while in a group.
Or maybe they think I can just be shy.
The truth is that I hate groups.

The blissful feeling of soaking in the air.
No one there to take your mind off of what you want.
There is no limit to the time you have.
You have your own agenda.

People think it's sad to want to be alone.
They are just wrong in judging that way.
Maybe I think it's sad to rely on others to have fun.
I love the feeling of being alone.

I love being alone.
It is wonderful.
To be alone is great,
but to be lonely is my nightmare.

There is something I need to say.
I always wonder when if today is the day.
I tell myself it will be.
By the end I just decided to flee.

I don't know if it's because I'm scared,
Maybe I'm not prepared.
I shouldn't worry.
But I just leave in a hurry.

All I ever end up doing is running away.
I hate that it ends that way.
It's just the waste of space in my head.
It prevents me from going to bed.

I don't know if you know it or not,
But you're the reason I am and you're all I've got.
It creates madness inside of my brain.
You've seen me go insane.

Fighting off all that pain is hard and it comes back.
You've made me strong and have kept me on track.
You don't know what I need to say.
I can't lose you during my fray.

You've done more for me than I could ever repay.
I'll be leaving soon and going away.
You know I'm scared and I need you.
So when I'm gone what could I do?

You need to know something critical.
I've been here a while and have become cynical.
I may seem a lot different than a year ago.
I know I am but I still have a long way to go.

You'll help me through most of my fights.
The rest I'll keep inside and worry at night.
These things creep up on me and make me fret.
Not telling you is something I'll always regret.

You're the best person in this giant universe.
And I know that sometimes I'm just like a curse.
My words usually end up just fumbling out of me.
But you still listen to my plea.

I know I am not so pleasant.
Even still you treat me like a present.
I often look from the outside and wait.
I wait too long and now it's too late.

You have never once broken any promises.
Some people make promises that are hits and misses.
You just promise as I used to weep.
And you still have one to keep.

I've been thinking about that promise.
Something that could have been a great bliss.
I haven't called it quits.
I'll easily remember it.

It was two years ago when I really needed you.
Now you haven't got a clue.
I think I'll keep it inside.
I'll just wait for you to confide.

You've been the best.
A better person would be long lest.
You have no idea how much I love you.
I don't think you have a clue.

I creep into this space.
This tiny glass place.
I know it all to well.
I came here every time I fell.

The walls falling in on me.
Just wishing they'd hear my plea.
It's all over now.
I've thought too long on how.

It just needs to be the end.
So long I've thought on you I could depend.
No more will I know who I can trust.
I'm just a crumb on the outside of this crust.

I feel comfortable here.
This place is built on fear.
It's almost as if I like it.
I know it's too late to just quit.

So I reach to the sky.
I don't need to wonder why.
I'll continue to push and strive.
I'll get to the time I feel alive.