Why are
The things that are so easy...

Feeling lost when I'm surrounded,
By a sea of many people...

A blooming rose,
Short of homecoming...

Forsaken and withheld,
Breaking away from this mess, me...

Blistered and over grown with cobs of corn, my
Precious feet struggle to make another stretch...

Chopped into millions.
There's nothing left...

On the floor, smashed from the night before,
Countless amount of pills, unknown...

Building falls on the innocent,
Workers making this city work to function...

Screeching breaks,
Winding road...

Left without a goodbye,
I didn't think I could cope...

I know it doesn't seem that long,
Fifteen years of my life have past...

Ups and downs,
Full of emotions that I can't control...