I’m fed up with the things I see, and these things I see mean nothing to me compared to the ones I used to know. I’m done with these people around me. There’s so much more than these blank feelings. I don’t want this apathy they show. Let’s take the bus out of town today and write the stories of how we ran away from abusive homes to the lives that we once dreamed – without kings or queens, or any royalty. No presidents, no more countries. This is purely our own land of Anarchy! I’m fed up with what I see today – these young men throwing lives away, the work-solution wanting whatever it can take. Where young women strive to be the best with better hair in a better dress. Well, who told you life was to be defined this way? I’m done with the dreams of today – a faster car to win a faster race, where ‘bigger is better’ and only the best survive. Where fashion lies within every heart, and more money gives you a better start, where they tell you, ‘It’s up to you to find what’s right’. Let’s take this bus out of town today and write the stories of how we ran away from abusive homes to the lives that we once dreamed. Just you and me, and me and you, doing what they tell us not to do, learning what it means to live independently. I’m fed up with the things I see. This all means nothing to me, it tells me that the future’s lost it’s hope. I’m done with these people around me, I won’t let them tell me who I should be. I’ve found myself and I found my voice inside. And they can try to take my rights away, they can try to force me to play their games but my voice is something that they can’t withhold. It can only grow stronger the more they try to cease these things I’ve got inside and I’ll make them regret they ever let it show. So let’s take this bus out of town today and write the story of how we ran away from our abusive lives to the lives that we now see. It’s just you and me, and me and you, doing what they tell us not to do, and we’ll make them regret they every let us go!

Big plans. Gonna live them some day. What people do doesn’t matter. Nothings’s getting in your way. When you’re small everything is so possible. Your limits, they never seemed so far away. But the jokes up. They’ve ratted you out. Free-thinkers and dreamers, they’re just not allowed. Now that you fit in the visions you once felt inside of Freedom, now they’re looking dim. You’ve just got to remember you’re not like the rest when they gave and gave in you stuck out your chest You’re a dreamer in a world where dreams don’t exists And when thick comes to thin you are the best Slow down. Time is on your side. It’s not gonna be easy but it will be alright. Reach out. Clear you mind. Let the secrets you hold be your guide to the other side. Just try to remember you’re not like the rest when they give and give in you stick out your chest You’re a dreamer in a world where dreams don’t exists And when thick comes to thin you will be the best. Everyone’s trying to pay for their own happiness When they finally get there it no longer exists The best way to live ain’t through this man-made bliss Just try and remember this. There’s a long way to go and the road ain’t always clear Things that seemed easy will just re-appear But you’re better than most. You can persevere. You just have to remember this. And soon you’ll realize you’re not like the rest When they get up and get out you’ll pass the test Your dreams are the fuel to all your success You will be the best.

Living under an unstable mind One minute wanting to over-dose but the next one fine Everyone tells me that they understand But I’m the only one with blood on my hands I’ve been looking for cures in the same old places Disappointed looks from the same young faces Everyone is quick to place the blame But no one willing to help get rid of the shame… …Of living under an unstable mind One minute wanting to over-dose but the next one fine Everyone tells me that they understand But I’m the only one with blood on my hands This is not a game, it’s a life on the line Every manic switch tears apart the insides I’m told to fix myself or to just get out But once I get out I find myself breaking down… …from all the stress I just can’t let go of And all the memories of when I completely screwed up You think I’m getting better but it’s never enough Every night I can’t sleep and I just want to give up I dare you to tell me that you know what it’s like To keep from hurting your friends you live your life on the inside My room’s a jail cell complete with a home-made knife Made from anger and lust and depression and SPITE! Now please excuse me, I don’t know what came over me I didn’t mean to yell I’m just so sick of these dreams Every night I see my life at its end And then I wake up to live the same nightmare again But it’s not your fault, it’s all in my head Or atleast that’s what the last three doctors have said Please forgive me for what I have done My medication’s run out and that’s where it’s begun I’m living under an unstable mind One minute I want to over-dose, but the next one I’m fine Everyone tells me that they understand But I don’t see the blood on either of their hands Manic depressive bi-polar teen Exaggerations in everything that I see Making my life one big fabricated dream I’LL NEVER BE THE PERSON THAT YOU WANT ME TO BE! There’s just too much stress I’ll never let go of No matter how hard I try I will always screw up I’ll admit I’m getting better but it will never be enough Until you stop showing up in everything that I love This is not a game, my whole life’s on the line Every manic switch tears apart my insides Already twice I’ve failed to take my own life But you pretend it never happened, you just close your eyes… …until the anger’s gone and I’m all worn out You try to convince me that’s the last time I’ll be breaking down That it’s all over now and I can control it next time But you can’t feel the pain that’s behind my eyes I’m living under an unstable mind One minute I want to over-dose, but the next one I’m fine DON’T YOU DARE tell me that you understand! Because I’m the only one with blood on my hands.

I’ve seen it time and time again Another vice takes another friend Tricked into thinking some day they are coming back They’ve been lied to so many times They forget what they’re doing is a crime And some of us are starting to think they have it right So grab your knife if you think it helps And down the pills you hide on the shelf Anything to block out emotions you wish you never felt You can spend your whole life Searching for a paradise But every path you take will someday let you down One day your philosophical heart may die And I now how you’ll feel because it happened to mine But that’s not the end, you move on somehow Your spirit takes over when your heart shuts down It’s just another bodily instinct Your spirit can be one of the toughest things But without will-power you’re an empty shell Depression kicks in and that’s worse than hell So grab your knife if you think it helps And down the pills you hide on the shelf Anything to block out emotions you wish you never felt You can spend your whole life Searching for a paradise But every path you take will someday let you down So many years spent on the run Wishing you had a loaded gun Because the side-effects of your messed up life Are worse than the scars left from the knife And now the accusations fly With the distressed faces asking “Why?” “It’s the coward’s way out” she said with tears in her eyes Let me be the first coward, give me that knife! You can take it from me if you think it helps I’ve still got pills hidden on the shelf I’ll do whatever it takes If it takes the pain away

It came off as a warning when she said do not look back I promise once you do you’ll never find the feeling that you now lack And ain’t that what you’re looking for? It ain’t blowing in the wind What you want no one can help you with, you got to look within But you’re asking the wrong questions It’s not where you once went wrong You’ll find the inspiration on the roads you have yet to walk upon Everyone’s got desires But do you have a dream? I’ll start the fire If you plant the seed We’ll build it together Starting with you and me And maybe in time we can show the rest just how great it can be Don’t follow yellow brick roads or directions from signs It’s best to follow one’s heart not the voices that are in the mind When you reach a destination, or rather somewhere to go, Don’t forget the place that you came from that you once called home Because it gave you the courage to look for yourself It helped you find me and that’s a story we’ll always tell Everyone’s got desires But do you have a dream? I’ll start the fire If you plant the seed We’ll build it together Starting with you and me And maybe in time we can show the rest just how great it can be It came off as a warning when she said do not look back You’d think someone’s out to get me with the way she said “cover your tracks” But I think she’s just caring about someone other than herself Not enough of us are daring enough to help anybody else But we’ve got the desire And we’ve got the dream We’ve started the fire And we’ve planted the seed We’re building on each other Starting with you and me And maybe in time we can show the rest just how great it can be And maybe in time we can show the rest just how great it can be

Last night I followed my old footprints that I’ve left over the years on the side of the road, and I saw my old regrets that replaced my hope. But I kept walking down once familiar streets where people lived that meant everything to me. Now they’re gone and it’s time that I moved on. I found the field where I spent my nights back when she lived here before all the stupid fights. I know it’s just been years but it feels like it’s been lifetimes. Now she’s gone and it’s time that I moved on I’ve been running longer than you’d believe trying to be the person you see in me but I know now that all you’re going to see is what I want to be. And I want to be a punk of the SLC. Because the kids downtown have once saved my life. I rarely see them now but think of them every night, and they’re small collective on the other side of town. There once was a time that we could all meet, any gender, race, religious or political belief. Music bringing us together and nothing could tear us down. But now people avoid that little house So I’ve been running longer than you’d believe trying to be like the people that once saved me because I know now that I can be anything. And I want to be a punk of the SLC. A misfit that learned how to fit in, replacing my regrets with my hope once again because I know now that I can be anything. And I want to be a punk of the SLC.