The voices in my head are crazy they yell at me
Bark at me scream at me I guess their all the same
I try not to listen it doesn't work they scream
My name, I scream "STOP IT""STOP IT PLEASE ""WHAT DID I DO WRONG" they torment me call out to me
Drive me, crazy what to do what to do
SCREAM!!!!!!!! SCREAM!!! SCREAM!!!!
I look into the fire and see my future
I'm burning, dying and the voices laugh at me, they carry a tone, a tone of jolly, and cruelty,  
The voices yell at me, scream at me
The voices **** me
I can't  be saved
I'm already dead
Their is silence

The walls are thin very fragile like me
I'm fragile, but only on The outside on the inside
I'm as thick as can be
Break me you get me
Crush me you get me
Hurt me you get me
Love me and you shall see
What's been hiding underneath
Me

I'm judged don't matter
I'm misunderstood don't matter
I'm me that matters
Being forgotten, being lost
The long faces, the rejection,the deception, Being judged its mad,
Being accepted joyful, being understood exciting, being treated fairly it's right, treat me right I'm glad, but leave me their I'm heartbroken, you mistreat me, iam me, judge me iam me, hate me iam me, Love me iam me trust me IAM me we are one and we are all

I stare at the blossoming garden with growing excitement,
The glass between us shatters in against my hands,
Leaving shards within my palm,
But your left engulfs my right
And absorbs them

A month ago I sat in class
in a New England School for boys
Now, I'm in a bomber group
Adjusting to the noise

I made plans for Harvard
A doctor, I would be
Then my life would turn
In a way I didn't see

The war was on in Europe
We saw in the press
But, 18 days before Christmas
we were pulled into the mess

Future plans were put aside
Our country we'd support
We'd forget all of our future thoughts
We'd join, though not for sport

We signed up down in Boston
Young men flyers, soldiers all
Preparing for a battle
Many would not live till fall

We thought not of our future
Our present, all we had
Many dead by Christmas next
The thought is truly sad

You do not what you want to
But, what needs to be done
You go from boy to man so fast
You've barely walked...now run

Think back on those who made it
Remember who did not
Young men they are forever
They deserve a longer thought

The air is pure and holy
It is scattered with young souls
Boys, now men who went to war
And put aside their goals