You stood there
In the hills
Looking down at the
City
And I stood there
As the trees
Blocking your
Vision
And when I tried
To speak
You silenced me for
the wind
Shriveling roots
Holding me in
And the ground below you
Started to quake
As the forest before you
Withered away

I don't feel free
I don't feel like me
How could it be

I want to die
I want to fly
I'm that guy

A funeral of no tears
Not even from my peers
Just snide remarks and leers

There were too few
To fill one pew
And I didn't see you

I'm not worth it
Just someone upon you spit
It feels like my hearts been bit

So whether heaven or hell
I'll wish you well
Afterall, my death was under your spell

You never really know how being completely unloved feels,
Until you go to someone crying,
And they don't even reply.

You tell me that I'm needed,
That there's something I don't see.
But I'm scared to let you see it,
This thing inside of me.

I'm not alright,
You should know this by now.
Because I'm hurt,
And I am broken,
Don't make me tell you how.

You tell me that you know me,
That I have that 'certain spark'.
But the only thing you'll get from me,
Is a twisted and broken heart.