I just really need someone to talk to
Long days and nights are starting to get hard too
Spending nights alone was never really my thing,
You see sometimes I like awake and wonder what if my life was different,
But just like always nobody seems to listen,

So I try to channel my trials and tribulations through
Pounding keys, chipping graphite, or spilling ink,
I just want a sympathetic ear just like the females,
But that seems too homosexual for the heterosexual,
You see a lot times I’m told to hang out with the good people,
But the “good” people aren’t so good,
And the “bad” people are the ones who seem to really care.  

I stumble and I fall sometimes I wonder when it will come to and end
And when the times is near and a new tunnel will begin
Inside the tunnel, racing from my death  
I see the light, but the darkness seems to suppress
And it seems as if the clock never stops.
The chime is to loud to block out,
The alarm rings and I hear roars of different sounds

Noises in my head I try to keep quite
But they scream and shout, looking to get out
My thoughts never cease to roam, my mind always wonder
I ponder when the tears will stop, when will they dry up and my thoughts rot
Maybe when I have that person, maybe before they will see the hearses.