“From the Inside (part one)”

Your not around,

People are not here,

I hear no sound,

Comes down a tear.

But when I open the door,

I can just believe that you'll soar.

By the time, i have figured out,

That your not mine from the last shout,

I know what's that about,

Just because I don't know.

Doesn't mean that I don't care,

Maybe I just don't show,

At all, but when it's raining outside,

I'm by the tree, see, i cant understand why,

But that I am still about to cry.

And people don't care,

All they do is stare.

But if you listened to me,

Then maybe you would see.

Since your not here,

Then you don't know what i fear,

Since I'm gonna go, I'm not gonna show you...