He holds out his hands as if to say hello,
but then the boy realizes it's just another blow...

Empty as he walks the halls, pretends like it's...

An army,
Flowing as one...

Like a restriction on the
population...

I find myself lying there,
Give myself one last blank stare...

I want all of you and not just a
thought...

I look around knowing whats going on,
But when i stand up i am more...

You turn the corner,
Seeming to look behind...

Dear Corie,
I'm tired of writing the same stuff...

Why do you get upset with me,
I've only asked for you to leave me be...

Writing the same stuff
over and over...

I'm tired of standing up,
thinking that I'm strong...