All these voices in ny head
Telling me when, and where, and what and why.
Something wrong, something right?Different sides of one mind.
Playing tricks like it's a game.
I'm tired, I'm strained my energy is not much to drain.......

As we lay in the soft bed.
Our hands together laying head to head.
I look into her eyes as she looked back into mine.
For we knew we had this perfect little time.
A time for anything a time for making love, a time to sleep,  a time to catch up for there a not much to keep.
Secrets are told, messages unfold, love is bold, and you I hold.
As our eyes are locked together, we think nothing could get better.
As we lay head to head in this soft cozy bed.

I've experienced lost, heartbreaks, and pain.
Some of what I can't explain.
I lost a friend or two, those suttle hearts that just wouldn't glue. Painful things I did to myself, that other people just couldn't help.
My conscience has come and gone. My life has just become one big song. The ones about teens who are in trouble, or the love that's lost in doubles.
If I can turn back time I wish I could cause i'd stop me from being born I would.
Cause this world is way to cold, to live with no one to hold.
This world's not much to live, if everyone's here but there's no one to give.

Some people are blind in this world, others see gold, some only do of what half there told, others in a way seem kinda gay, the words we use it's like a play, we fake, we act, we love unintentionally, we laugh, we sing of memories we bring. Our cups and plates are all so full we stare outside broken windows.

I hide behind the mask I wear, not cause I'm afraid of what people will think of me but cause the world can't handle the true identity of a teenage anarchist.

As we look deep into our darkest memories we find it unlikely comforting to grasp onto our little secrets.

It's pretty clear we don't know where to go from here, but time will heal itself and then we'll learn to love again.