The world looks bleak,
wheres everyone gone?
My hands go weak,
as we drive past the dreams.
No control over it,
as I'm in the passenger seat.
It's being lived,
while I'm living in the fryer,
but when i jump out,
i jump in a hotter fryer.
Do i have opportunities?
and not live them?
Or don't i have them?
And it's everyone else?
But I'll never forget that I'm not finished with yet,
and the sun will never go down on me.
When everyone's forgot me,
I must remember that,
it will soon be my time,
and if you refuse to hear the facts,
that i will not fear.
Because you will listen.
If i upset you,
never stress because
I'm not finished with.
When you don't reply,
I'll remember not to keep discouraged,
but fight on and keep the courage.
When i see the person living my dreams,
I will not die with envy,
but let my heart go to those,
who can never live it with me.
I sit and stare at the window,
and reminisce on the good days,
and hope they'll return.
But only if i pay.
It ain't about cool or uncool,
but friends who will stick with you,
and not the loudest,
but those who'll listen,
before you look for the obvious,
look back in the background,
and you just might see me.
