xanamar

a helper can't be helped that's what i tell them all the ones i hold up high as i slowly fall i listen to their problems i hand out advice they know i'm always there always respectful, always nice when they ask me what's wrong i just say im fine they have their own problems and shouldn't have to deal with mine i've helped girls find good guys and guys get girlfriends my life is second to theirs and no ones left for me in the end i might die alone and i feel like shit but if i help them be happy then i know i did it in life i'm a helper my work is never done i'm fine living in the shadows if they're having fun

caffine, nicotine, prescription pills abuse them all, some for thrills each week a new drug, a way to get by a million possibilities, nothing i won't try problems to avoid, each one's a release a couple hours or maybe a day, a temporary peace take no heed of warnings, they can't be that bad a little of this, little of that, and i'll stop being mad look at my life, realize i need change it's a scary idea, being sober is too strange thinking about me, it hurts like a knife this one word, that describes my life ADDICT

i watch and think as the people go by they take no notice of me and wouldn't care if i die the the world i dont exist like the shadow of a flame no one knows who i am only a few know my name i used to have dreams of finally being known they came when i was little plans for when i was grown no i struggle to survive each day i don this mask always there, always changing to finish each task thoughts of suicide three people say they care they try to get through to me but im just not there

the sky is lit the clouds are painted a creation of wonderous hues everything else looks tainted a falling sun can create such beauty with no intention while doing it's duty sitting and watching as if on cue my mind starts racing with thoughts of you memories of what i had feelings of regret a mix of emotions just not ready yet a day spent not sober my heart sang a tune a word with such meaning used too soon for once i opened up i said what i felt thought i was doing good with the hand i was dealt things seemed great but you kept it inside when you made up your mind a bit of me died watching this sunset a portrait

Running through the forest he stops suddenly to stare Time seems to slow for him so he may speak to brother bear he moves forward to pay his respects the the spirit that saved his life taught him how to see the world and how to drop the knife he used to live wrong, he always felt bad he always seemed to hate the few friends that he had Then one night he had some weird dreams Through their hard lessons, he learned nothing is what it seems He was trapped in the water, he thought it impossible to breather He feared for his life, but was too afraid to scream He saw a bear out of the corner of his eye he started to calm down, he was

Tick Tock like the hands on the clock The music keeps coming The beat doesn't stop The DJ stands there Scratching and spinnning People on the stairs Dancing and singing A man in the back A drink in his hand He knows he gives her too much slack She's gettin friendly with another man Tick Tock like the hands on the clock The music keeps coming The beat doesn't stop Junkie by the bathroom door Pushing his drugs, he's no longer poor People freak, running and screaming The cops are here, they stop you from dreaming You run and try to hide Across the floor you slip and slide No matter how fast your run, they're still on your tai