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Truly happyHave you ever felt truly happy,
Forgotten the past,
Chosen to live just for today,
It feels as though nothing else matters,
But this moment,
The one that just can't end.
Have you wanted this moment,
To stretch out,
And simply last forever,
Hoping to hold onto the feeling,
So you can be happy,
So you can always feel this good.
You can no longer feel pressure on your shoulders,
You feel so light and weightless,
This true happiness distracts you,
Everything just seems to have a place,
And everything hard or complicated,
It's all gone.
It becomes so easy to smile,
It makes everything seem better somehow,
As the happ
Am I right?You can remember that feeling you sometimes get as you walk home,
That feeling as if someone else is there,
Sometimes you just feel it when you're alone,
It's as if someone else's eyes are on you,
Like they're watching,
Am I right?
You know of that feeling,
That someone's behind you,
Sometimes you feel a presence,
And it just won't shake,
It's like you're not actually alone,
Am I right?
Sometimes you think something's been misplaced,
You freak out,
And it's in your pocket or hand,
You feel a fool after,
But for a scary a moment it felt like it wasn't there,
Am I right?
Sometimes you see movement at the corner of your vision,
Living in her lieShe's living a lie,
So don't expect her to be honest,
It's all that keeps her together,
It holds her like glue,
Keeps her safe.
Honesty just won't work this time,
Because the truth is brutal,
It will tear her to pieces,
Cause her carefully crafted world,
To fall apart.
Sure it's fake,
But she has nothing real,
It's pieces of her old life,
Put back together,
In her own imagination.
Her world is fragile,
It's so thin,
It could tare,
There's already holes.
It keeps the real world,
From closing in upon her,
If you tear it away,
She'll be consumed,
By the light.
Let her be,
In her dark corner,
He's the victimHe's the victim.
He walks home from school,
Tears already in his eyes,
He just couldn't hold them back.
He's trying to get home fast,
Hoping to go unseen,
By cruel and prying eyes.
He walks through the front door,
Goes to his room,
Slams the door.
He lies on the floor,
He just wants to be alone,
So the burning tears can fall.
He thinks of his day,
Thinks of his hell,
That others call school.
He can still hear the names they called him,
Still see the scars and bruises,
Results of the pain caused.
He feels alone,
They've made him an outcast,
His life has been destroyed.
They hate him for the scars,
They're the reason he h
ForgottenThey close their ears,
Shut their eyes,
To the sights and sounds of the world,
They wrap themselves in cotton wool,
So amongst us they don't dwell.
They live their perfect lives,
Tell us we're all right,
But they don't even care,
They're ignorant because they have bliss.
They fake their hardships,
And their trouble,
Find some reason to complain,
While the other half are left to their problems,
And they don't care.
They have no reason to bother,
When they mix with only equals,
When we're nothing,
And treated that way,
So we're forgotten.
They only pretend to feel,
Their life without hurt h
RunawayPeople tell you everyday,
To be yourself,
To do what it is that you want,
Be who you want to be,
Change the world,
And take a stand,
Hold your ground.
But when you do,
Do what you're told,
Hold your tongue,
Shut your mouth,
If you want to be heard.
Cut the crap,
Do something right,
They shut you up,
And tell you,
Don't be selfish,
Get your head out the clouds.
But we both know,
You'll still dream,
You'll do what you want,
Because you have to,
You can't stand to live by their rules,
Even if it's just because they told you to.
You've thought of running,
To escape their control,
27He had 27 bones
in his left hand, all under a thick netting
of coral reef. He had 27 bones in his right hand too, each perfectly preserved.
Both hands held their breath
as he approached stage exit.
Hit every bar, tour every state.
A river runs interstate through Texas.
Small yellow lines jump straight through it.
Take the US-27 from Fort Wayne to Miami. A second doesn’t make it
to his destination.
Cobalt. Aluminum. A third was found dead, drowned in his pool,
an empty shot glass floating beside him.
Cobalt weighed down his shoulders. Alumi
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