As the days flutter by
i am at a standstill...

Here I am
So blind and immature...

When i see you
there's nobody else around...

Love is for the wealthy
who have too much money to spend...

Staring blankly
thinking about back when...

Hug me, hold me,
love me, squeeze me...

Welcome to my home
of 1000 screams...

Lives lost, tears shed
worried thoughts flowing through loved ones heads...

Looking at old photographs
remembering all of the good things...

You say i don't feel this
but how would you know...

You tell me to be happy
for just being me...

I can understand
how you once felt...