Straighten it out

He still believes in music,
He just lost his faith in love,
Water seeping in the ground,
Is from the clouds above
A little bit alone
And a little bit afar,
A traitor to the people
He's a well established liar,
Writing down his words,
For everyone to see,
There blind to hidden meanings,
and read on happily,
Each one more of a letter,
He's never gunna send,
The pen and scrap of paper,
The most loyaler of friend.
He get's lost in his words,
But tries not to sever ties,
For every word he says,
Is proportionally lies.
He's getting writers block,
and it's because of it is her,
Maybe cause the ending,
has yet to occur.
His rhymes are getting faster,
But his mind is slowing down.
Racing through the streets screaming,
We'll live and die in this town,
His minds gone in pursuit,
Of a better place to be,
But he can't stretch imagination,
to places he can't see.
Thinking that he stole his life,
No better than a crook,
It's hard enough to see yourself,
Let alone a second look,
Now pages and pages of writing,
are filling up his space,
All of them just ramblings,
from when he's off his face,
Don't tell the boy you know him,
Cause he doesn't know himself,
He knows your there really,
and concerned about his health,
But to battle with your demons,
we all must fight alone,
Cause you haven't won yourself back,
if you weren't alone.
It don't mean he don't need you,
Or that he doesn't care,
But sometimes people don't wanna talk,
they just wanna sit and stare.
It all comes round in circles,
and everyone has bad days,
each and every person,
handles it in different ways,
And I'll never argue with you,
that tomorrows not a new day,
But sometimes it can fuck up,
like the day before in every single way,
Do not take this personally,
Theres no god to not be on your side,
And someone you loves emotion,
You just can not divide,