the itch of that you can't find but you want to itch it
the feeling of the itch you don't know what to do
but you want to do something but the itch
how would i scratch it maybe this
or this i want it scratched but i can't find it
could you help me scratch that itch

watching others fall into darkness with me
but they don't see me on who i am
see the light that i don't have
i try to give them light
that i don't have maybe it will work
maybe i don't have to be alone
that if i speak to the ones falling

there once was a kid who thought that out of every badness comes a great goodness onetime he met creepy guy who told warned him not to trust everyone as you don't trust a wild snake the kid said out of every good deed there was a bad one the guy had nothing else to say then one day there was a group of kids and they went to him about a week later he was arrested and hanged because he believed that they had good in them but they blamed them for there mistakes he died as the old man attended his funeral he said trust many but not all

plain like a white board in class
a quiet class while everybody is taking a test
fidgeting with you're pencil
as you wait for everybody to get done
why is this taking so long

you want to know about cold
i guess you have not been told
you might freeze beer
i guess you don't have a tear
try to show some mercy
i guess you don't know how
you try to look down
but im up in the stars
not looking down at you
i don't have time to frown
at you trying to get me down
but i will keep going up
climbing that ladder
not looking at you
because your to below
for me to see you
try to fight me but you can't
reach me because you are on the cliff
about to fall from my drift

in a party warmness washes over me
as other greet me of my day of birth
looking at the family the warmth feeling
wishing the day would repeat again
as im on a bed of my last breath
i am greeted with a farewell
as i went to a peaceful sleep
as the darkness shrouds me