Everyday we meet knew people and we make ties.
It's hard to make friends.
And when we do its like a fine thread.
You just don't know when its going to break.
So you fight, fight to keep them satisfied.
But what is friendship.
It's a step down from love and a step up from aquantence.
It's hard to tell who's a real friend and who just wants to use you.
Try hard not to be used.

I fly back in forth through the darkness. I can't find a place to land.
I get tired but I know that if I land I'll never fly again.
I start to fell the darkness drag me down.
I have no control of my body and it won't let go.
I fall and fall and fall.
All the way down until I fell like  should have hit the ground.
All of a sudden I see a light.
It drags me down and I realise, it's not that I'm falling.
It's that I was flying higher, and higher.
Until I finally break through.
And I finnaly saw the world on the other side.
what I saw was a world sorounded by ignorance and lies.
It may have been dark in the other world, but I know I would have been better off not knowing what I know now.

The names hide who I really am.
People can't see through them, and sadly they never will.
Names hide our true nature,
And when I see a fimiliar face I throw one up to match.
I don't know why.
I guess I fell my true self would scare people and thats not my pourpose.

Broken, you don't even know what broken means.
The past I've suffered goes beyoned all your dreams.
When I close my eyes,
I block out all the lies.
when I see the past,
I pray to god that it won't last.
I know my blood stains, like a flood.
And I'll throw your *** through the glass.
Even your mom knows who I am.
Got me sayin I am who I am.

People fighting people, for no reason other than to fight.
They fight without thinking of the people in the middle.
Wars on race, religion, etc.
Both sides will try to justify their cause, but niether has the right to hurt the people in the middle.
And if those in the middle choose to fight then thier no better.
Peace is the only way we can live right and just.