with no one left to care,
and it seems no hope left to share
oblivious parents drive their
cars
we
all count our
b.a.t.t.l.e
{scars}
you
want a smile?
we
can fake it.
we
write notes and hope that
we won't make
it
{sleepeless
nights, endless
crying}
we seem
fine
but inside
we're dying.
who says you need a
villain...
to
ask for a hero
nmf/q
