Well the days go by faster and my pen lies dead

my thoughts flow freely all throughout my head

and i cant think of why it's been oh so long

since I wrote what im feeling, since i sang my heart song.

well my time i'm abiding with bored tierd eyes

i appear so conforming but inside my soul cries.

and i wonder at this moment just what i should do

i wonder just what you would think if you knew.

if i left town today would you forgive me someday?

will i ruin you but mostly myself if i stayed?

well would you let go and just keep moving on,

say that's just how life is and then just carry on. 

where are these moments that seem so intense 

where is this comfort that becomes your defense.

i dont try to fight it, it's simply sleeping inside

it's not something i display it's not something i hide

here and gone and nothing overall

then why think this way even at all?

biding time till summer and that comforting breeze 

that gives me my answers and offers me ease

but my patience wears thin like my strange outershell

it still feels good to know my inside's here as well.