In these shadowless nights   And hallways alone   With weakness falling through   The cracks from our black swollen eyes   If I could break my own heart,   I would have by now   But it's these long walks alone   That do it quite well for me.      And how we scream in our ears every night,    "Why can't you be the kid who I want you to be?"   Because in this mirror all that reflects   Is a kid with no insides   Just a picture torn out in a book that will never be read or destroyed.      We will never fully know these days, just memories.      Our chests ache with a pain because we have no place to go,   We all sleep on concrete roads in a town I call home.