Everyday i listen to your silent   struggle.While you seem to be    unaware.Everyday muffled cries    for compassion.While pretending   that, you just don't care i wish   there's something i could do.   Besides sit, idley by.While   everyday notice something new,   and new part of you.And your spirit   slowly dies.Well fight back! Well i   think i just struck a nerve.Why did    you strike that nerve.An object of   love and an object of hatred.   Unfortunately one in the same.This   one problem has been dragging   you down.To places,You've never    been i wish there's something i    could do.Besides sit, idley By.   While everyday notice something   new,and new part of you.And your   spirit slowly dies well fight back!