I'm A L.O.S.T. B.O.Y.

Sorry the lyrics are so dang long. This song just blows my mind.

"I’m screaming so loud, my throat is bursting.
But like a falling tree in the woods, if no one’s listening am I making noise.
Although I’m still snared by the words of my own breath, I realize a body cannot suffer in sweet repose.
Take heart, this will be over soon.
This is everything that you don’t want to hear.
Never again, never again, will my voice fall on deaf ears.
This is everything that you don’t want to hear.
Never again, never again, will my voice fall on deaf ears.
Traded my life for one on the road, gave up it all, but kept my soul.
Hardly a man, no longer a child, I’m just another L.O.S.T. B.O.Y.
Loud, obnoxious, pissed off, kid with something to prove, I’ve got nothing to lose.
I’m ready to die, ready to die, cause I’m a L.O.S.T. B.O.Y.
Dressed in black, with a target painted on my back, I’ve learned to adapt to this pedestal you’ve placed me on.
I’m ready to die, I’m ready to die, we are all lost boys. L.O.S.T. B.O.Y.
We all want what we can’t have, so it’s time we take it all back.
This world’s the iron, we’re the rust, what’s this world going to do with us?
We are the hammer, we must strike while the iron is hot.
It’s time we lead and not follow.
Quit acting like the space inside your chest is hollow.
Search for me, deep in the cities, singing a rebel yell of pity.
There’s more than blood pumping through these veins.
No pain, no gain.
You’ll find me deep in the cities, singing a rebel yell of pity.
There’s more than blood pumping through these veins.
No pain, no gain.
NO PAIN, NO GAIN.
No pain, no gain.
Like a falling tree in the woods, if no one’s listening am I making noise.
Traded my life, for one on the road, gave up it all, but kept my soul.
Hardly a man, no longer a child, I’m just another L.O.S.T. B.O.Y.
Loud, obnoxious, pissed off, kid with something to prove, I’ve got nothing to lose.
I’m ready to die, ready to die, cause I’m a L.O.S.T. B.O.Y.
Dressed in black, with a target painted on my back, I’ve learned to adapt to this pedestal you’ve placed me on. I’m ready to die, ready to die, cause I’m a L.O.S.T. B.O.Y."

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"L.O.S.T B.O.Y.S"

If I were to try to describe myself with a song, this would be the song of choice. There are other good songs that describe me as being Christian or straightedge, but I think I am best described as a L.O.S.T. B.O.Y.

I think that because I am one of those kids who is angry with a lot of people for many different reasons. Another way that this song describes me is how I have something to prove, and yet nothing to lose. I also wear black 90% of the time. Most of the time it feels like I do have a target on my back because people seem to pick on me; they may not realize it, but they do.

Last night my parents and I got into a fight, and it wasn't that bad at least from my perspective. My mom got really upset, but on the bright side my dad finally laid down some rules that apply to everyone in the family. Yeah sure, I do a lot of stuff to tick my parents off, but they also do stuff to tick me off. I hope things start to make a change for the better, but I doubt they will. Am I trying to curse things with my family? No, I just can't see my mom or myself changing within the two years that I am still home.

Today my mom picked me up from practice and we didn't say anything in the car. It wasn't very pleasant, but it was better than a fight.

Well I'm off to play some Resident Evil 5 I think....