Big boys only cry,
When their heart dies,
Knowing that there is no greater pain,
Then in the end you are all alone,
Could have the whole world in your palm,
Help the rest, but could not help yourself,
In the end, it's just you and your thoughts,
Blazing your heads, as if you were to die,
Hate the thought of knowing, what you had,
What you want, and what you need,
Is now someone else's,
Killing you inside knowing how that feels,
Isolate yourself, away from this war,
For the real fight is in your head,
One day you flash a smile,
Next day you wish to die,
When does this madness stop?
And you can breathe right,
Leave all this messed up life,
And find some peace inside?
Don't look towards the heaven,
For it left you here standing,
As one man to the next,
Stick through this,
And live through it
Somehow.
