Take a look around
Those memories are dusty...

She didn't know where she was going,
This road seemed to go on forever...

Never thought I knew how
To be happy...

High school goes on by,
You never did fit in...

The softness of those eyes
Erased everything I had known...

Nowhere to go
Nothing to say...

It's all about you
Your likes, your wants, your needs...

Writing is where I purge,
Whether good or bad...

Maybe I over touch
Over think...

Unaware of who she is,
Regal, rich and raw...

I see these little people live their little lives
Ignorant of the world...

Up skirt,
Druggie dirt...