The world's become a little too mean.

And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebookBecause my hand thinks I'm an artistBut my heart knows I'm a poetIt's just words they mean so little to me.

My Brother went to collegeTo become a doctorAnd if he studies hard enoughHe'll end up just like papa, who hates his life.

And me I'm in the bathroomcrying out my eyelids because it's hard to be a manwhen you're scared, just like a little kid.

I swear that I'm dyingslowly but it's happening, and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere...just take me there.

In a coma, you don't dream,you just hope that someone sits with you.

Well morning came, and it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown.Shopping malls are opening in that narrow hallway of downtown,filled with people who are shopping for their lovers and their friends,singing "I won't ever be lonely again"

There's a cat in the window, of the house of my lover.Well she sleeps there alone now, or perhaps with another.Oh I try no to think about that, I try not to think at all!

My parents ask if I'm alright; I say "I've just been staying up too late.I need to sleep" I need to do something!To get this awful weight up off my chest,keep her pretty ghost from chasing me!

So you say there are spaces, opening wide?Oh believe me, there's day longer than nights.And you could be happy, if only you'd try.But you don't try. No you don't try.