"Would you call me a liar if I said I was scared ?
would you believe me if I said there was a time I actually cared ? 
my heads sounds like a battlefield on the inside ,
the sickness of being totally alone with no one to confide .
the countless thoughts that pull me down ,
the burden of this heavy frown ,
all these emotions that make me drown .
I do the things I do to kill the voices in the dark ,
the creeks of a swing in an abandoned rusty old park .
day in and day out I deal with all this ,
in memory of better times I shall always miss."