My friends they all say," you were meant to be."
But him and me...?
I find myself spinning in time..wandering towards the steps of confusion..
Finding almost everything as an illusion.
My head, now spinning...with questions in my head..
My world twirling with answers I dread...
I open my eyes to see whats real...i strain to see ..
My anger slowly rising..
my confusion is so surprising..
I feel a hand upon my shoulder
As it freezes and i get colder..
My thoughts ponder..
I keep trying not to wander..
As my journey slowly ends..
I see people coming..they're..my friends..