The Darkest Hour

The insignificence of every event The lie's and the tear's of a youth mispent Tediously dragging the day's turn to night Without the energy to put up a fight A million strange face's locked in one's mind A million strange faces each one so unkind Debating to do, or to just sit and die Debating to reason or to not even try Stretching out an hand, grasping at space Not a life, an existance At an endless pace Looking out on reality So cold and so cruel Hiding in the past, who was the fool For a million strange faces Then can only stare A million strange faces What do they care