In these shadowless nights
And hallways alone
With weakness falling through
The cracks from our black swollen eyes
If I could break my own heart,
I would have by now
But it's these long walks alone
That do it quite well for me.

And how we scream in our ears every night,
"Why can't you be the kid who I want you to be?"
Because in this mirror all that reflects
Is a kid with no insides
Just a picture torn out in a book that will never be read or destroyed.

We will never fully know these days, just memories.

Our chests ache with a pain because we have no place to go,
We all sleep on concrete roads in a town I call home.