Bambi

"...what can I do, except crying without tears and grief without words
to feel this endless sorrow and these screams that no one have heard
I wish that you could hear me, see me, love me and what we are
but instead your priority is everything except for me by far
how does it come that we put all of you in first place and hope you do the same
keep hoping for years to change, but you're all playing your own game
it doesn't feel alright to be given second place every  day
to beg for simple things that you just shake off and throw away
it doesn't seem like you care about us, if we live or if we die
like all these things you take for granted is just a pleasent lie
you're comfortable with the illusions that we have, and the games that we play
everyday we keep pretending so we will stay okay
I dread the day we start see clearly and drift all further apart
cause even if it isn't real I can imagine a hole of broken hearts
but who am I to say that something that feels real is still very wrong
or throw away the dreams I've had and wanted for so long
directions I don't have, one old map and the compass dosen't work
thoughts I have and lost I am, my mind will soon go berserk
when will "game over" appear, and does the continue have a code
I doesn't seem like I know anything, and I think I'm going to explode..."