I used to know you, used to read your thoughts
I used to show you, what was in my heart.
See i just wanna go back to when everything was right.
But i cant hold you, and be there by your side..
You used to know me, but everything has changed.
I used to know you, but your not the same...
I dont know you... I only know your name.

Laugh now, cause you could die later, Cry never, never mind the rest.
Used to be stressed,
Til i had a lung full of smoke in my chest,
So i just digress,
And try to find my worth,
Searching for comfort cause i never had parents to converse,
About how much love hurts,
How good god is,
How im not wrong i was only a kid,
But its just life, you cant live it right,
You can only act like your not surprised,
So i just drink and get high,
Break any means to amend,
Pretend im real burning bridges with friends, but then,
I found a way that could climb through hell,
I fell, lost mind mind and begged god for help,
And well, im on my knees today to find myself...

Would u consider yourself dead, before your born?
Appreciate silence, for it births sound, and when sound dies silence is still there.
Its a strange thing, life. An instant. A single moment consisting of multiple conscious states.
It vanished but it was once.
Legacies are similiar to sound, the stronger they are the farther they are heard. But eventually the backround silence will be 'unheard' but listened to.

Summer sunsets leave the skies that are blushing red, the sky is a mirror that the ocean reflects, the season of rebirth following falls death, if only the climate was the same in my head.

The sun stopped shinning the beauty of life hides, no flowers in the meadows or gardens they all died, the rain keeps pourin drownin my round eyes, my vision is blurry from all the smoke in the skies.

Earth is my mother my real mother died, time is my father, dads been in prison since five, numb from the same drug that ruined their lives, am i a victim of the grass not greener on the otherside.

I am part of the weather so i can not complain, like a traveler that interprets the plane, the world isnt mine i can only see through a day, and shine in the world to overcome all the pain

The chance that ill make its a million to one, in that million i feel ive won,  i feel distant from the world in a pun, cause its my mother, but i am the sun.

Baby did you hear that the sound of the world confused, hungry babies crying no distribution of food. The media distracts us with evil to hide the truth, moves are implicated too un inspire the youth tightening the noose making it rational to just lose.

Sometimes i think of fighting and taking everything back, something has to be done and we have do it fast, arm ourselves with hope because we might be the last, the devil laughs at the inspiration i have, but it all adds up so people just do the math.