Whats the point of being so alone?
Its what makes me sick inside.
Running away is something I can't condone,
So I'll search for where my pain resides.
The feeling cuts through me.
Like a rusty blade,
It'll leave a mark you'll see,
And send me to an early grave.
This emotion is like a sea of black arrows,
Sailing through wind,
They leave me stiff as a scarecrow,
When will this end?
Cross my heart and swear to die,
The end is nowhere nearby.