We rise to the façade
we once called home
four bare walls
no windows or doors
trapped is what we are
for there is no ending
no goal in sight
yet we resembled the pain
of being insecure
as our time seems to slow
we realize our mistakes
but its all to late
for the scars heal over
but never fade
we list about all
the things we could've done
yet never did they go
the way we want them
so we're left here
to wonder
Is this our true fate?
