Something

You see I've found

That I'm not two different guys.

But rather

I have different emotions at different times.

And I've found that I am two different people.

From in my bedroom

And when under the steeple

It's my thoughts that control my mood

Whether they are bright or dark

Whether I am happy, or rude

You see, we are different from each other.

I am so very far from my brother

We're so far, we've forgotten to help one another.

My brother, is you.

And the social media is the distance

And it's killing me.

It's killing me 

It's killing you

But it's not

It's mostly my thoughts

It's mostly your thoughts

It's all, just my thoughts.

It's the number one killer for teenagers today

Next to drunk driving

Which is just a distraction from what's underneath.

And what's underneath doesn't show much

Because we'd rather wear a mask

And not talk much

"Don't worry son? What's the rush?"

WE'RE DYING

And no one seems to care

WE'RE DYING

BECAUSE NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE SHARE

It's not time or money

I'm talking Jesus Christ and his love for us, even when we're running. 

We're gunning it 0-60 in .2 seconds 

The gun to our brains because the automobile is our thoughts. 

We think, this'll do it.

Or the knife, as it slides across the checkpoints.

You know what those are. 

And only you know if you have that scar.

Inside our minds

Or on outside

We pretend to shine

For the people that love us.

For the people that do care

But we don't even share,

Our feelings?

So hurt by the people that let you down

So scarred by the people that let you fall

That let you fall hearing every sound of your call

So you forget what love is.

You forget that love is this.

And the only unconditional, unfailing love, is his.

My love, though big will not suffice

My talks for you, won't always bring the light.

So how about talk, with the one who gave his life.

For you to be free to talk and feel the love of the father

For your scars to be healed

And his love to be sealed.