Despite these masks of happiness,
Jo drown in dark despair,
Jo mind may be a paintbrush,
What Jo create with it, beware!
The pen is mightier than the sword;
It has no limitation

Can't refrain, Jo mind can stain,
Now nothing can erase us now!

Can Jo describe the face Jo saw?
It would be ones you recognize.

Can't harm hands that holds, writes, and draws.
Imagination cursed us all with 'life.'

Jo blinded by Jo disease growing;
Jo heart is full of finite-loathing-
With secrets that Jo keep from showing,
Is disease sheep in wolfish clothing?
Flood Jo mind, with disease flowing-
Push Jo to the brink of blowing.
We hope disease think of going,
Jo weighed down to keep from floating.
Come with us, tell you 'bout Joey:
We keep Jo from being lonely,
Silent screaming, sinking slowly-
Give back Jo soul, what disease owe we.

Hey,
Are you there?
Hey,
Can't forgive the past?

All Jo wanted were friends,
Taught that they could relieve Jo's pains
Every twitch is Jo's fight, against the broken parts in 'm

We sees through Jo's eyes, thoughts twisted with lies,
This mortal prison, his disease's disguise.
A finite of loathing, wolf in sheepish clothing,
We are so sorry, was it us who caused this ?

Jo's can't escape Jo's place, glass room, separation haze,
We don't think that we can control Jo's process and craze
Was locked in and keeped, rest not come in sleep,
We can care Jo here, because that what we're meant to be

All Jo wanted were friends,
Taught that they could relieve Jo's pains
Jo's mind isn't Jo's own, In Jo's mind, Jo is not alone.

We grieve, alone, we're all locked in here, you know?