Walking as a shadow,
every thing I've known is gone.
thrusted into reality, where did i go wrong?
learning that failure is acceptable, it's OK that your not able.
when is quiting a skill? where did i go wrong?
Ranting relives anger no matter who it hurts,
and when love is just an object obtained by all the flirts.
Crying to get attention is a crafty little move.
when sorrow comes in every one, just branded by the mood.
tears are no longer sour, they were once as sour as a lime.
and gracious me what do i see? is this a new crime?
families falling, what choices do they find?
in lovers eyes to there surprise, broken hearts is what they find.
crying to a goddess black, a little patients is what the lack,
to find the love they truly seek, wrapped in a velvet sack.
Love can not be found amongst these shattered pieces,
because the teens soul is what the devil leases.
