Desolay

she never did think much of herself

she was more concerned with everybody else

always worried about how they felt

never one to curse them out

the kids would make her cry almost every day

her mom and dad said it would turn out okay

but those tears kept streaming down her face

could this be her fate?

her face was dirty and her eyes were red

she screamed into her pillow

that she would rather just be dead

but then what did she know?

she can't stop the birds from singing

she can't stop her brain from thinking

that she wants to die; she doesn't want to die

she just wants something to believe in

some fresh air that she could breathe in

but what does she know?

he was the kind of kid you don't even see

he walks around invisibly

he says important things and no-one cares

it's like he isn't there

with all his frustration and his rage

he screams into the night

that they'll all be so sorry someday

but who knows if he's right?

well he can't stop the waves from crashing

and he can't make those kids come ask him

what he has to say; he just wants to say

that he needs something to believe in

some fresh air that he could breathe in

but what does he know?

i am not the kind of guy you go to

when you want answers to the questions that plague you

i have not done anything useful

since the day she left

i can count on the fingers of one hand

all the things that i know

life is quite hard to understand

so let's take it slow

cos i can't stop the world from turning

and i can't stop my ears from burning

i want to cry but i can't cry

i want to die no i don't want to die

i just want something to believe in

some fresh air that i could breathe in

i just want you