There's something about the sound of the wind,
on a cold chilly night, puts goosebumps on my skin.
I feel the Earth turning right beneath my feet,
the thought of dying is just so bittersweet.

I see people on the streets with planets in their eyes,
they look down at the ground as they walk on by.
It's like every person is a world apart,
walking around aimlessly with a broken heart.

I never thought I'd see a day where people on the streets,
were just as seclusive as dreams are obsolete.

It's absolutely crazy,
how we've all grown.
It's drives me crazy,
how much is still unknown.

Sometimes I hurt in my head and in my heart,
but for what it's worth, I can't tell the two apart.
I've spent years upon years trying to help myself,
but what makes me feel the best is when I help someone else.

I see people breaking down, falling to the floor,
begging for help, looking for an open door.
No one wants to ask for a savior in their life,
because their all afraid of saying the word Christ.

I never thought I'd see a day where people in need,
would rather die alone than with something to believe in.

It's absolutely crazy,
how we've all grown.
But it drives me ******* crazy,
knowing how much we've lost.

People think before they feel and act before they think,
this strange world we live in really needs to rethink,
how we got here and how we can still grow,
before we lose touch with what we use to know.

It's driving me crazy,
how much we don't know.