Broken pencils and empty notebooks
lie on my bedroom floor...

You stare at the board
You know the answers...

When you picture life
And the way things are...

He rose up from the ground,
searching the area for anyone...

Shadows dance along the walls,
The flames rise up into the air...

There are two of them,
One on either side...

I stare at the ceiling, lost in though.
we conversed and everything was let out...

Lying in open fields,
she thinks about her day...