It's getting hard to breathe,
the salty kiss of tears,
is drying out my lips,
I'm remembering my fears.
I take a glance outside,
through the pane of my window,
all the kids have angst and it's ready to explode.
My heart is in ruins,
but I'm doin' the best I can.
Take it day by day,
I could use a helping hand.........helping hand.........
I want to survive the week,
the pain comes to an end.
Emotional academics,
class starts on the weekend.
But I think I'm doin' fine,
"Hello" curls upon my lips,
the silence of my friends is like the apocalypse.
I feel different everyday,
I'm beginning to expect the worst.
Everyone hurts sometimes,
another lesson I can't learn.........I can't learn.........
Now I'm drifting off to sleep,
and I'm finished counting sheep,
another image in my head,
another message left unsaid.
I dream of a perfect place,
where the past has been erased,
another day has passed me by,
and I'll keep losing 'till I die.
I feel angry every day,
I don't see need for all the hate,
say a prayer for humanity,
act as if it were up to me.
I can't find a way to stop,
suffering an emotional drop,
my feelings are on a trip,
and I suffer the apocalypse.
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