Words cannot describe how I feel... 
Yet the words of darkness seem to appeal... 
It is so cold and so dark, yet there's no one there to hear
you talk... 
Isolation from your own world... 
Until your own mind starts to fold... 
Then no one hears your voice, 
When you've already been used as toys... 
Now you must find your own branch and break away... 
And try to live the day of today... 
Follow your dreams, and look towards the sun...yet what
really makes this unfun... 
Is that, what if all of your dreams are gone...and the world
is a thick gray... 
"But that is still not a good reason to commit suicide"... 
...but now I see why they think so... 
"Dreams die first... 
...then we do..." 
That's why I still believe, in things that'll never be...