I'm just the dust on the clock
rarely shined, left so grey...

You stand there O so innocently.
Your morals - clean and white...

The circles get darker and wider to see
fatigue is my mistress...

Bright blue eyes appear so quick
for lunch he knows just what to pick...

We face our fears with tear strewn eyes
and bury pain with heart felt cries...

Everyone tries to cover things up
they say I'm just a child...

Look at this world
just look around...

This relationship; this closeness
it must not be fake...

I wish someone would just listen to me
just for once, i say...

Why can't you tell me that thing, I say
why can't i know...

I want you to hold me
so close to your heart...

Have you ever just wanted to stand in the rain?
as it washes away your stress and your pain...