so this is what its like to feel somethingnthat no one understandsnill scream as loud as i cannuntil i'm spilling bloodnbut i'm just talking, talking to myself againnthe pressure is getting to menalthough it keeps me up at nightni still believe in dreamsnthrough these dreams and worn out seams im breakingnim breaking out of thisnill find my chance to shine this time im leavingnleaving everything behindnthis noose is coming undonenbreathing is getting easierni can see the futurennopen roads and phone calls home to younbut dont ask me if ill miss younbecause you know im always honestndont search for answers you dont want to hearndepression is getting to menalthough it keeps me up at nightnill find my time to sleepnthis town has left me nothing butnbroken bones and past friends namesnengraved in stones when teenage boys end their livesnsingle handedly somethings just not right herensomethings just not rightnwe pray for rain to wash all our past mistakes awaynthe only ones who don't believe are the ones that never learned tonbreathennow i can breathe...ni'm learning you cant livenuntil you've killed the enemies in your headnand leave them for deadnthis is what we need