And so I am the empty journal;
I'm lined with mixed emotions;
I'm torn and ripped by pen and ink and scarred by every sullen thought.
 
This pen becomes the focus;
A thought to be forgotten.
 
But if I don’t put down these words;
I'm afraid that this won't happen;
I'm afraid I'll lose my focus;
Afraid my eyes will slowly blur.
 
Cause I can't remember;
The day…that you died.
 
We were full of promise;
we were two kids before the world;
No fear of death, no fear in life;
Pals in crime until we died.

And then your life was over;
I heard that you chose sailing;
The road had curved, your wheel stayed true;
They found you dead and still... 

A smile was spread across your face.



But what does a smile mean? 

How can I scream these words when they've never meant a thing, my friend;
You'll never find an answer.

How could I hold you in such esteem when you never gave a damn, my friend;
This fear becomes our master. 

What does it mean to grow, to grow beside a friend, a failure in the end;
A flaw in my humanity.



I am the empty book;
A solid coat on every page;
It's one blank expression;
And It's always fucked up.

I am the musty journal;
holding scribbled dreary lines;
Inside the empty room;
and it's always fucked up.

I am a lonely hunter;
Crossing these dark skies;
Covering up my scars;
and it's always fucked up.

Well I am the empty book;
A solid coat on every page;
It's one blank expression;
And it's always fucked up. 



Screamed this; Since; I'm older.
Your weight; Bears; My shoulders.
This sleep; Wake; There's no night.
This sleep; Wake; There's no night.
These dreams; Dream; Half empty.
I; can't; move forward.



And so I am the empty journal;
I'm lined with mixed emotions;
I'm torn and ripped by pen and ink and scarred by every sullen thought.
 
This pen becomes the focus;
A thought to be forgotten.
 
But if I don’t put down these words;
I'm afraid that this won't happen;
I'm afraid I'll lose my focus;
Afraid my eyes will slowly blur.
 
Cause I can't remember;
The day…that you died.
 
We were full of promise;
we were two kids before the world;
No fear of death, no fear in life;
Pals in crime until we died.

And then your life was over;
I heard that you chose sailing;
The road had curved, your wheel stayed true;
They found you dead and still... 



One; Sad; Truth; Will always deserve;
Two; Miserable; Lies.
Three; Times; A falsehood before these. 
Four; Hands; We hold them up high.

I can't remember your name.
I won't remember your name.

I; Can't; Help; But envy; The freedom; Of this fall.
I; Can't; Help; But envy; The freedom; Of that fall.
I; Can't; Help; But envy; The freedom; Of that fall.