The angry boy, a bit too insane, icing over a secret pain, you know you don’t belong. You’re the first to fight, you’re way too loud, you’re the flash of light, on a burial shroud, i know something’s wrong.

Well everyone I know has got a reason, to say, put the past away.

I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend, you could cut ties with all the lies,
that you’ve been living in.

And if you do not want to see me again, I would understand.

well he’s on the table, he’s gone to code, I do not think anyone knows, what they are doing here. I never thought it would come to this, and I, I want you to know.

Everyone’s got to face down the demons. Maybe today, we can put the past away.

**was down the memory lane while driving back from sending mom today**