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My wordsThe amount of words spoken everyday can become repetitive.“I want to be stronger.”They don’t sink in anymore because we've overused them.“Why doesn't anyone love me?”No longer can we start a revolution, or inspire a world.“We can do it! Keep on fighting!”Instead we wind up sounding cliche.“I want to die”No longer are we the poets who make people cry.“Life is shit”Or laugh.“Knock knock”Instead we leave a blank feeling, because we've heard it before.“It hurts”So we are left with this emptiness.“I’m afraid”But that can’t be true.“Goodbye”Because it’s too cliche.
FriendsDeath,Such a strange person.So fearsome and yet so relieving.Lately death has become a friend of mine,He and his pals have been close company with me.Silence is the only person I really like talking to,The ring of her voice is so soothing.Isolation is the only company I need,He holds my hand and guides me around.Depression is a great friend to me,She is always there giving me a hug whenever I need it.These friends are the best ones I know,I have other ones but they aren't as great.Happiness for example is always leaving.She is great when she is around but she doesn't like to stick around.Outgoing is such a social guy,But he doesn't seem to have time for me,Always out partying with someone else.Sound is just plain annoying.She never knows when to be quiet,Always blabbing away or making noise to drown out Silence.Now these are all just friends of mine,My best friend who I mentioned earlier is Death,Who gets along with everyone.Because he is always around whenever