The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Attempting to stand out
i am just one voice

It seems that i am just being casted out
as a shriveled noise
I lay on my bed soaking my pillow with my tears
Trying to figure out
of my silent screams who will hear

My horrid past darkens me
Sometimes i feel like my whole life is just like one great tragedy
Maybe its because i have  hurt people who have hurt  me
Or the fact that I have demons that cant be seen
They are far from the human imagination

Every day is a new battle against the same problem
Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain
Hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Good prevails and i will not stay the same