Most kids are afraid of dark, clammy rooms.
Where you can't see a thing except your sadness...

This endless cycle goes around
Taunting me with out a sound...

All tears are drained
From my fearful face...

Media and common sense
An influence far too immense...

A droning voice
Inside my ear...

A momentary
Gleam of Light...

An idle list
Of thoughts reflected...

Alone in this room
She sits by herself...

Broken hearted lies
Flutter through my mind...

High school heartache
And drama filled days...

You used to fascinate me,
hold me in my mind...

Secret Angel,
Unknowing star...