A world where people worry;
Just a sea of open despair.
Everyone never knowing,
Who, what, or where.
Waiting for the perfect time,
Never knowing what is mine.
Doors opening and closing,
People all fake and posing.
You feel the wrath of each person's shun,
And never realizing what you've done.
How do people live this dreadful life?
Back-stabbing as harsh as the blade of a knife.
They cut you open; Then throw you away,
Always depending on everything you say.
Now it's time to divide the lines,
To find the concept of where it shines.
People feeling low and down,
Almost as if they're about to drown.
How can you expect to fit in,
When every single thing is a sin?
Maybe the feeling will never end,
But until then, I have you, My Wonderful Friend.
Just a sea of open despair.
Everyone never knowing,
Who, what, or where.
Waiting for the perfect time,
Never knowing what is mine.
Doors opening and closing,
People all fake and posing.
You feel the wrath of each person's shun,
And never realizing what you've done.
How do people live this dreadful life?
Back-stabbing as harsh as the blade of a knife.
They cut you open; Then throw you away,
Always depending on everything you say.
Now it's time to divide the lines,
To find the concept of where it shines.
People feeling low and down,
Almost as if they're about to drown.
How can you expect to fit in,
When every single thing is a sin?
Maybe the feeling will never end,
But until then, I have you, My Wonderful Friend.