no one listens to the screaming
no one watches for a sinking ship
no one save the living
and no one cures the sick.
I use to live in somber summer days
as lightly the cool breeze blows
and my hopes fade away.
Gone with the tide that flows
Destin to walk alone
while all others thrive
shoving it in your face
not telling the secrets they hide.
Left by the roadside
your last, your biggest mistake
you die just a little
with each painful breath you take.
You want to scream
you want to hide
you tell them of your dreams
they tell you to hold it inside
but no one listens to the screaming
no one watches for a sinking ship
no one save the living
and no one cures the sick.