The boys try to get their feelings out.
Talking, writing to do what they can.
They walk around with no clout.
Doing things to maybe get a fan .
The night is like a savior,
To the days filled with heartache.
They hate the daily behavior,
The process of give and take.
Oh how they miss the good old days,
Back when they loved their lives.
When things were easier in so many ways.
Now they face only struggle and strife.
They search for an outlet for the pain,
But their minds are clouded with rain.