hey mike i wish i could help you figure something out
  but it's been too long since we spoke
  your sarcasm radiates unhappiness
  so withdrawn and rooted deep inside
  are you content at twenty-seven
  were you hopeful at 17?
  a void the size of oceans stretches out between us
  i guess our blood is suppose to be a bridge
  can you pull yourself up from this self hatred
  can you pull yourself up
  frustrations driven you to angry dreams
  let nebraska disappear in golden flames of grain
  i know you can't imagine having company right now
  there's a world of tired faces that understand this pain
  there's a better life waiting on the outside
  of these decaying walls
  your bitterness doesn't surprise me
  as these pointless days go screaming by
  rejected sour eyes can't imagine blue skies
  i wish you could find something to live for
  besides the agony of bleeding towards the last breath
  i truly believe that you want more than this (this is killing you)
  that what you want is very simple
  somehow so complex to get
  please don't hate yourself.