My heart keeps calling
it keeps calling on you,
but you never hear it
Heh, why should you?

My heart begins to slam
its hands against the wall
which is my chest
'cause without you
My heart refuse to rest.

My hearts it bleeds for you
and it hurts a lot too,
but I know that your heart
it wont be moved
cause you don't need me,
do you?

I often think about you
knowing you won't
think about me too
I miss you all the time
while you're feeling fine
I see you in my dreams
while you're seeing
somebody else.

I keep looking down
at the foyer of our school
hoping that you'll pass by
so I can catch a glimpse of you
with my eyes
but you never show up,
why would you?
It's holidays after all...

No one really needs me
Not even you.
I just keep thinking
Keep thinking about you,
but i know
that you'll never feel about me
as i do about you.

Head starting to hang down
Eyes closing
Drifting away
To slumber
It's calling
But once more
I push
To make sure
I'm creating something new
And not being wasteful with my days
I want to be as creative as possible
Because if i don't create, what's my true purpose as a writer?
I'm here to shake the hourglass, not watch it fill up
I'm here to make the comet deflect in new ways, not let it zoom past me
I got mad respect for people who persist in low strides
So i want to at least have a fraction of their story
Despite it contrasting significantly
I want to subliminally
Blow the world's minds
By writing each line
Feeling so immensely divine
Compact thoughts are now released
Watch averageness decease

It's a futile world that
we're living in, babe.
It's a slow death I'm dying
through living in shame.
It's a broken dream I was sold
in the gutters.
It's the despair in the night time
when I weep for my mother.
The tears that sting me like whips
till I bruise,
broken dreams of tomorrow
choke me like a noose.
And I'm desperate and depressed
and can't fight the pain.
I'm ugly and worn out,
wish somebody would be my *******.
'Cause it's ******* your own when 
you can't stand yourself.
Death seems so sweet when
living is such hell.
Who would catch me and save me
and stop me from falling?
Who would stay by my side
when I  hear the graveyard calling?

Who would hold the bucket while
my blood drips it full?
Because I'm too weak - corroding
as I wait for love like a fool.
Give me your body just
one more time.
Just a little taste for the memory,
a kiss and I'll be fine.
You're the only one who made me
feel like a figure.
Now I'm just a cipher,
my life's a gun and you're the trigger.
So release yourself and end me
and stop me from falling.
Be the one to turn me to ashes
when I hear the graveyard calling.

When the drugs wear off
and the thrill is gone,
you begin to realise
you can only hide from yourself
for so long.
As life patiently breaks you
with each passing second,
and blinds you with fear
until you've lost all direction.
Death is a quiet street when
from a tower you're falling.
When your screams fall on deaf ears and you feel your soul crawling.
All this time it's me
who they've been ignoring.
I'll have to stand on
my own when I hear the
graveyard calling.