Tis but a dream I scream I scream
My body weak and weary

I lay in bed with throbbing head
And thoughts dark and dreary

I sing the song, What's wrong? What's wrong?
Am I left forgotten?

This be said, face turn red
Stomach spoiled and rotten

Demons spawn, be gone, be gone
As they take my breath

Be pearly gate or hell as fate
I've come to my death

Every day now my mind grows weary,
Shards of broken dreams wound me daily.
Caught in a web of endless expectations,
All I can do is quietly daydream;
Plan every step of my grand escape,
Even if I only do it to get through the day.

this town will
always be too small
too tight too cramped
for all the dreams held
inside my head

im sorry
but I cannot stay

My heart grows weary with the passing of each day as I sojourn on this seemingly endless voyage... a voyage through the seas and through the woods... through the hills that yonder stood....
Through dips and through  downs, it all comes around
And even still as my heart grows thin, there's this urge that grows within
A fire unkindled, a flame unfanned by mine own hands yet still it burns...
A flame so strong that it carries a song as it spews its embers throughout this cold September...

**(man it's cold & **** she's cold...)