Why Am I me
You see
When I was three
It was okay to run all over
living lovely
But now I’m much older
And it is becoming much harder to just be three
To just be me
You see
You can not run all over like you did before
Now you focus on important things and do a lot more.
It’s not like when you were three
You live
Not so happily
There’s people to please
Nerves to ease
Places to go
Places to see
But it’s not that easy
It’s complex and hard
You do it all alone
You start to miss home
So you go and see your family
Buts it’s not how it was
Not even when you were three
Everything little things changed
It’s definitely not what it used to be
You see
You used to come home
To mom and dad
You use to do home work
Or go on the iPad
But now you come home
Drop your keys
Go on your phone
Isolated from the world
At home
All alone
But i guess that is the world we live in
For this century
We chop down trees
We extinct bees
We’ve got better things to do than living lovely
But you miss
Your family
Your friends
But everything eventually comes to an end
You see
Living this life
These days
Isn’t as great as being three
Is different, difficult and not always taken with ease.
It’s becoming a hard game your not used to playing
You see
There’s no teammates
No players
No opposing side
It’s you against the world and it’s going to be a long ride

Steel tremolo.

Rising in an electric fire.
Casted on all sides.
Contiguous.
Spiraling down to agony.
Waiting at the bottom.
It sings in cute melodies and drifts into slumber.



Garrett Johnson.

All alone.
No parents.
Goodbyes just said.

Already close to tears.
And you brought me to them.
Made me feel like crap for caring about you.
No one to comfort me.
All alone.

You try to explain yourself.
But the tears and screams have already passed.
No one to hold me.
Only illusions.
All alone.

Why do they say, "we are meant to be"
When in the end, it's only history.
Why do we breathe, only to die...
Why is there such a thing called trust
When constantly, there's a knife in your back.
Why are we together, only to separate...

The devastation eats from within
Causing you to sink deeper and deeper...
Trapped in the fog...nowhere to go.
No sense of being.
Lost outside...
All alone.

Jesus Christ
You have such a pretty face.
I'll die all alone.

Jesus Christ
I'm alone again,
What did you do
When you were dead?

Jesus Christ
I'm not scared to die
I'm scared of whats after.

Jesus Christ
I'm scared I'll get scared
Of What's going to happen.