Did you ever think of me at night,
or at the morning
as the sun and skies rise.

Did you ever lie in bed awake,
thinking about
the chances that we didn't take.

Did you ever try to write a verse,
of a love forgotten—
of a love that's cursed.

Did you ever wish for us to be,
more than this—
this future we cannot see.

Did you ever even cry,
when you turned back
and said goodbye.

I'm fighting to stay
I'm fighting a haze
stuck in my bed all day
in my head always.
hard to get up
Empty, I'm Empty
mind cruising on e
exhaust
exhaustion riding me
exhausted, just trying to hide me.
I'm secluded all the time.
Stuck with myself
stampede of thoughts
crowding my mind
escaping from a place
you would only find
behind a door
filled with crazy
sounds just like my dads snoor
I think I may hate myself.
The type to preach self love
but has no self worth
the type to come home to a Don
then call me a Ben
the type to give no *****
morals are dead
no longer clear
I live in a world of fear
fear that the people we now consume
allow to rule
our worlds
in our minds
we live in a new world
where fame is not real
the unknown should be the known
and the ones standing up right now
should take a seat
A world where everyone is living inside a screen
stars are not created anymore
stars don't come out from hiding anymore
the stars with the light
hide
stay clear of the night.