Nobody around to listen,
Nobody who seems to care,
The same familiar faces,
The confused, unordinary stare

You seem to know them better,
Than they even know themselves,
You try your best to help them out,
But theres still that shroud of doubt

Constantly double-thinking,
To make your answers right,
You try and send the right message,
Struggle to avoid the fights

Before you came he was youthful,
Before you came he was calm,
Before you came he was a loser,
Lost in his own little world

Through time and time again,
Still the clock ticks ahead,
You still find yourself behind,
Still the fighting in your head

You try to say you're sorry,
To make your point across,
You can't dig your way out of this one,
You can't help yourself, you're lost

You fight your way to freedom,
Fallen back, alone,
In the darkness, forgotten,
destruction, anger, broken home

They struggle to pay the bills,
Just to get through each week,
You try to get your words out right,
But just gasp; you cannot speak

After you came he was empty,
Like you stole a piece of mind,
You chewed him up and spit him out,
Leaving the scars behind

Deep inside he's broken,
To recover, he never will,
He never wants to feel again,
He's hurt, motionless & still

Everything is changing,
If he could only wish away,
He's forced to change, he's aging,
Forced so suffer, hafta change