thanks mom for shoving me full of pills
because i am "to hard to deal with right now"
well little do you know that outside what you
can see right here the problems extend
far beyond what you can really think
problems that your stupid little pills
will not fix

see it would be nice to know that
I'm just not something people have
to deal with, really after awhile
i just except that I'm the one
left out here to rot
an now it been so long
nobody wants to come close to me
so they all forget, really they all just
don't care all that much

I'm becoming an after thought
an "oh i wish you were there"
I get the word "I'll call you in a bit"
far to often that now i know
those words are nothing but lies

so you see mom I'm really
not sorry that you have
to deal with me
because I'm used to it now
and yeah it hurts me
but who is going to care

why sleep
when i can
wander the streets
after dusk
on my own

I follow my demons
to a door
that leads
nowhere

silent and alone
because nobody
else seems
to care
if i will be there

so for now
I'll slip away
at dusk
and wait
for a phone call
that will never
come

A stroll through the city
just after dusk.
Alone in the dark but don’t fret mother
I’ll be in my bed by the time you wake.  
I’m not a child,
underneath this skin, freedom itching to escape.

These people don’t care.
A million lost soles what am I but another
In this great vast jungle,
a jungle of light and sound.

A man passes he doesn’t know my name.
It just a city,
Dangerous and big, but so is my mind.
Yet you let me wander through that maze alone

Monsters waiting in the corners.
Looming monsters,
Monsters that damage and destroy.
So what is a little danger, a little freedom?
If not for freedom on the outside,
I’m stuck holding tight to the monsters within.

I see you stranding there,
in the corner smelling flowers.
Pretending time has no end.

When the sky stops moving
the flowers look away.
Questioning why,
Every day the sky stops
and the birds fly away.

But you stay, never looking away
always stuck, always cold.
Smelling the flowers,
even after they have looked away.