You know I never meant to let you down, let you down You probably think that you are better now, better now You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything You know I say that I am better now,

Why go home? Why go home, why go home, why go home, why go home What you taught me (why go home) She scratches a letter Into a wall made of stone Maybe someday Another child Won't feel as alone as she does It's been two years

I've tried goodbye a hundred times, not one of them true I'm screaming "I don't want you" but you know that I do (nobody like you) But I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone again And all I want, all I want is to feel again There's nobody like you (nobody like

And there ain't, no No one can change it No one can do it better than yourself I'm like, oh I hope you know you're not alone in that hell Oh, oh I hope you know you're not alone in that hell I got the letter back Saying I can come and see you I really

Now you see me Now you don't Alone again Facing the demons In this hell Of my own making I will not let this moment Define who I am I am strong, eternal

Oh Tokyo, Lived Shintaro Oh Tokyo, lived Shintaro Little koga ninjas tried to take him away But Shintaro he's not alone Got Koga ninjas of his own They help him in the fight Look out here come the samurai Gisha girls with silk and curls Giggle about this

I'll fake you out All I wanna And I'll break down And I'll fake you out And I'll fall And I'll break And I'll fake You say I'm not alone, but I am petrified You say that you are close, is close the closest star?

Pull out your heart to make the being alone If it was easy, everyone would do it This game is not Easy, easy (Eazy) Pull out your heart to make the being alone (yeah) Easy, easy (talkin’ to my younger self) Dear Gerald, you’re fourteen years and a truant

Our lives will not be lived in vain We're throwing wrenches in the gears These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams Are we so alone, So distant, So forgotten, As we think ourselves to be? These are our lives But did they ever even

Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me The shades go down Alone, listless Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room Young girl, violence Center of her own attention The mother reads aloud, child tries to