there are days where i scream so loud the echos could reach your home town
i try my best to cover my mouth with my hands but I just wind up engraving my teeth into my palms
i watch myself bleed as i have nothing to give and a little less to receive
the rain leaks into the ink on the paper
the words did not make sense for i have forgotten what i've written
im not a stranger to my own for i am a stranger to many
