I cry silently in this pitch black room
I have nothing but loneliness to fill my gloom
So I grab my pen and grab some paper
And continue to write all my feelings and anger
To my lonely self the only friends I've gained
So far are these two remarkable things
My pen and my paper,
Not much if you think
But for 10 years of my life they were the ones I'm with
Whenever they visit me, I'd feel better
Amazing on what they do to me, Just by writing a few words here in my paper
Yet so here I am still,
Shedding every silvery tear
In this pitch black room where me & my friends had continued to live