the boy stood alone and thought. i stood alone.
i'm listening to these songs i can never play, thinking of dreams that will never happen. and i'm sick with
self pity and hate, hate at what i am, a coward.
i have no voice yet i must scream.
i can't say what will happen.
the one thing i can say is this.. i'm scared shitless..
it's easy for you to stand there and say that i'm whining. tell me this, master, how can someone
see the light when they've been in shadows forever?
we are all worthless.