Did you know I have dreams, hopes and goals, a wish?
I'm sure you did- doesn't everybody have ambitions to admit?
But did you know I can't manage to look past my wrists?
No time to focus, only time to carve and sculpt each slit
Did you know the girl next to me, just to my right?
Needs better concealer to cover her bruises?
Her father doesn't care- alcohol late at night
Cures his memory and conscious of abuses
Did you know that the boy who sits in font row
Is living the new American Dream?
Picket fence lines, mechanical wives go
Through the motions of love in a family regime
Welcome to apathy, where truth is bitterness
That burns your tongue as you speak
That's why we can't tell you- talking is weakness
Like admitting a wish, hopes and goals, a dream
We're smothered by the lives of those who've lost innocence
And choked by pretentious critique
That's why we stay trapped in silent loneliness
We can't say who we are; reality is bleak.