I hate sitting up lonely nights.
I hate watching my parents fight.
It's futile, neither is right, yet neither can see the light.
The fight has ruined their sight.
Their child is dying.
He's not trying.
He's not surviving.
For him life is over and hopes are gone.
Unless he can find the one who he's longed for for so long.
Someone to share in his grief.
Someone to help in its relief.
To find this person he will try.
He hopes he finds her before he dies.
Here's the truth he don't wanna lie.
I dont want to hide.
I've been alone for way too long.
That kid is me and thats why I'm writing this rant of a song.
