When did crying become funny?
Why did rain become the preference to the sunny?
Why am I so distant and all alone?
Why do all the bridges I make go?

It's not like...

I'm a m o n s t e r.

They act like...

I'm a b o t h e r.

It's not right...

Why they'd leave m e.

I must fight...

The demons e a t i n g.


I get afraid when,
I only see the darkness overlaying the important picture.

Who would be laughing,
When all is lost and the feelings you have go numb?

When did this life,
Become a game for a monster to seek as if we hide?

Walking Disaster,
A rollercoaster that you'd never want to ride.



Sometimes we get stranded,
Our soul may break inside...
You're not reprimanded,
If you had the choice to reside...
Try to see both hands in it,
They both have a use in all this...
They've taken us for granted,
It's us that they will truly miss...