Everyone loves to hide their past stories
might it be in their minds or even their friends...

If i had a voice or could read minds
would i be able to understand you more...

I rarely speak of such things
my mind always keeps me alive...

I was never so great
i was never any good...

Once there was two
now there is one...

Look deep inside a person heart
you'll find the wish and dreams the person ever...

As i sit alone
on a raining day...

Sitting outside the house
at night...

Walking with fear and terror
all i could see was my memories...

Wrote that essay so quick
felt like it was just meaningless words...

Looking at my past
all i could find...

The word broken has many meanings
many ideas...