You can't speak your mind
Living in the fear of the damned
The mind is crammed
With thoughts that aren't your own
And thinkings that you'd love to throw out that door
Doesn't it matter to any human
If we are jaded by the end of every cruel session
Doesn't it matter?
Or is it just that we are fading,
Fading from the concious of all those we called our own?
Can we hold on,
Hold on to what friendship means
Does it always have to collapse
Wth the slightest twirl in every gust of wind?
Would anyone care if I d said the truth?
Would anyone understand
That i try and be true to whatever i say or do?