I am the listener.

They all have their pains.

Pains that they cannot stand,
Opinions they want desperately to be heard.

I stand before them and coax what needs to be said, to be said,
Their hopes and dreams,
Their fears and pains.

I stand as the listener,
Only giving my opinion on their own.

I am the listener.

I listen as they tell me their all,
Not being able to tell my own parts.

Not being able to tell my desperate fears,
None of my pains,
None of my broken hopes or lost desires.

My eyes show only what I allow them to,
Only what is needed for the teller to see.

The fact is, they know I am the listener.

That I will never go in my way to tell them down,
That I will never disrespect anything they say.

That I not only have the disability to hold anything against them,
That I am trapped,
That I can't leave if I want to.

That I am stuck to be their listener,
The one who eases their infested minds.

Who do I have, the listener?

The listener has only one's self,
No one else takes part in being the listener.

I chose the fate,
But it was because I never had a listener,
You are my listener now.

You can see how it effects the one that has to listen all the time,
No one listening to them..

I'm going mad?

Maybe,
Or I'm just sick of it.

Sick of how everytime my tears fall,
It's in vain to everything I stand for,
The bottled anger I tell people about.

I stand as the listener,
To listen.

That seems the only thing I can do in this lost, broken world.

No matter what, things come back to me.

I can scream, and cry.

I can even come to pulling something to my wrist,
Just as those depressed one that can't handle it all.

If other's can't handle things when they fire back,
If they all crumble or fall before those things,
How am I supposed to be able to take this?

I'm now the strongest one there is,
I can barely handle this world as it is!

How do you even expect me to be able to take any of this?

I don't even do anything wronge,
But I do pay for what someone else had done.

Their problems are what I pay for,
Their mistakes, Their choices,
That's what's coming back to me!

What they put out,
Comes to me.

I've seen this, and can't escape the facts.

This World

Chorus :
Nobody sees what's wronge,
It's only the imagination,
The pain is only a matter of opinion,
Nobody can imagine the posibilities.

Lyrics :
They all look past it all,
Seeing bright, and smiling faces,
Blind to the pain,
Blind to it all!

Chorus

I watch and see,
What's happening all around me,
They are crumbling,
No one can see it though,
For they're all blind.

Chorus

This world, is blind,
They can't see what's happening,
It's not like it's new,
They were always blind.
It's just the world we all live in.