Surreal.

He drinks alone in with his solitude
Another drink, he starts acting rude
The pain inside he hides so well
He's acting tough, you know, you couldn't tell
Inside the man, noone cares to look
To open the cover and read the book
So glass in hand, he has a drink
But never does he stop to think
He carries on the only way he knows how
He drinks all his wallet will allow
Through blood-shot eyes he looks around
Then passes out, without a sound
It was inevitable, a part of the deal
With life so distant, pain becomes...surreal.

Alone, at night, she walks in the rain
Just her, the water and the pain
The lightning flashes up in the clouds
She stands none too tall, acts none too proud
She weeps into her palms, her head hung low
The pain she feels none will ever know
She walks the deserted beach to hide
Trying to escape what she feels inside
She stumbles and falls across rocks and sand
But noone offers her a helping hand
"Pity" she thinks as she climbs the rocks
Once more removing her shoes and socks
But this time she sets her mind in steel
And as she falls it all becomes...surreal.

They walk together, alone in the park
The sit and talk and drink the dark
The bottle goes round and they all get high
The truth that is said is outweighed by the lies
The each have their reason but noone will say
Why they're trying to escape every night, every day
With the pain in their youth, all hope is lost
They drink and lie and steal, and to hell with the cost
So what if they get caught, that's a problem for tomorrow
It's worth the price for a moment without sorrow
They pass out or leave, one by one
The don't want to see their carnage by the light of the sun
Those who are left decide to nick some wheels
When the lights flash behind them it's so...surreal.

So I practise those lines that will not work
And as I turn my back, I can hear them smirk
Another night I spend on my own
It's not getting any easier, being alone
I get frustrated, angry and stressed
A couple more drinks and I just feel depressed
So I go home while everyone else has fun
I climb on my bike and I'm on the run
Nowhere to go, I just hit the highway
I ride all night and for most of the day
I take the corner too fast, I'll come off soon
If you don't live on the edge, you take up too much room
I ignore the cliff, focus on how I feel
And when the ground drops away it becomes so...surreal.