Hidden stories.
Told at night.

Waking moments.
Morning light.

Silly girls.
And silly boys.

Young at heart.
They play with toys.



Mothers drunk.
And daddies dead.

Don't ever know.
What lies ahead.

And the wind moves in coming in and out.
Cutting off the sinister sound.

You're on the ground.
You'll be dead.
Wasting your life at what's ahead.

You don't know.
The full story.

You read the front and the back.
The book seems so boring.

But you don't know.
The full story.

You don't know what lies ahead.
Rather be at home laying on your death bed.

But you sneak around.
This very particular hallway.

Under the bridge.
At that same parkway.

But you don't know.
Where your sister stays.

Sisters out late.
Smoking *** in someone's driveway.

Why do things,
Things have to be this way?

Why does your life always have to,
Always stay the same?

Wish that my life,
My life would be sane.

Drunken mom on the road,
Drunk driver is switching lanes.

And sometimes my life,
Feels like It's always plain.

When the nights are boring,
The nights consist of pouring rain.

Wish dad were here.
I wish he were here to wash away all the pain.

But he's not.
He'll never be.

Nothing even left for him to gain.