we're all crying out to everyone
if anyones there at all
leaving our hurt in the open
locking it up otherwise
constant struggle with an addiction
then the quietest girls wonder why no one knows
its sad when a box of wires
is more comforting than a soul
when a plastic frame and glass screen
know more than her best friend
someday we'll run out of words
and look around in horror
just to see that the sun isnt setting anymore
its left this place again to find a world that looks out an actual window
turn your head and see that its beautiful outside
