I used to be my own
my heart was free to beat...

The pain inside is growing
Its making me feel week...

On my chair
I sit on my chair in my corner...

The time of year has passed
only to come back...

When you walk in a forest
look up at the trees...

You talk all the time
commute in my mind...

You think your so good
you used me...

If you truly didn't care
why where you always there...

Its bad
its loneliness...

All those people playing cool
they think they rule this school...

The Battle
Your hands on a shield...

Torments a new way
happening everyday...