What became of me

Walking hands to hands
Looking both ways while crossing the street
Mommy on the sides of the cars
Daddy usually nowhere to be seen

Daddy on weekends
and mommy during the week
Bike riding through the parks
Mommy usually will teach

Years go by without a pause
Unlike the yellow lights to slow us down
Everything seems to be on green
No red lights to be found

Then we turn the corner
Usually no way to turn back
We end up in this dark alley
Moon lights is what this road lacks

We try to turn back
But theres no room to turn
We wish we would have payed attention to the signs
We wish we would've learned

Life brings us to an end
And we end to give in
When that blade slides across that wrist
no turning back, this is it