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we're broken boys.
like broken toys on the side walk, we run.
to escape the world we created. run down and crushed inside. but we still hide because it's the right thing to do at night.
lay down and rest. put your troubles behind you, and reset. to a time when life wasn't made of screams.
where we all lived in a fantasy of happy ties and pretty smiles.
but reality is not such.
we praise, and run for all we have.
giving up when it's too much. what more do you expect?
are we to die, just like that? a moment. that's all it takes.
and when we go, would that ruin your high ego's night parade?
Would it make any difference at all? Why do we run when we know that we'll fall down?
don't mock us for trying, even when we fall we get back up.
and when there's no choice, all that remains is emptiness.
like little toys, little boys have big dreams.
but dreams are broken into little nightmares.
skin no longer matters. only the emptiness inside, that we all try to hide.
try to erase, but we can't. want to fly, but we don't have wings. and we can't sing because our voices are crushed from the pressure.

and you wonder why we can't sleep at night..
we may rise, but inside, all is dead..

and nothing else..

Description
we're broken boys.
like broken toys on the side walk, we run.
to escape the world we created. run down and crushed inside. but we still hide because it's the right thing to do at night.
lay down and rest. put your troubles behind you, and reset. to a time when life wasn't made of screams.
where we all lived in a fantasy of happy ties and pretty smiles.
but reality is not such.
we praise, and run for all we have.
giving up when it's too much. what more do you expect?
are we to die, just like that? a moment. that's all it takes.
and when we go, would that ruin your high ego's night parade?
Would it make any difference at all? Why do we run when we know that we'll fall down?
don't mock us for trying, even when we fall we get back up.
and when there's no choice, all that remains is emptiness.
like little toys, little boys have big dreams.
but dreams are broken into little nightmares.
skin no longer matters. only the emptiness inside, that we all try to hide.
try to erase, but we can't. want to fly, but we don't have wings. and we can't sing because our voices are crushed from the pressure.

and you wonder why we can't sleep at night..
we may rise, but inside, all is dead..

and nothing else..