3 acessos
stuck in last place, unfortunate unfair
there's a high point, fallen short in midair
is this what i am here for
no way to stop the sadness
just here to make the happy
i'm deaf to my own calling
beating hearts race, silencing and scared
pain enslaves me, no better way to care
shoeboxes emptied, and pictures torn and old gifts burned and destroyed.
numbers of old friend are crossed out and erased from memory.
off to a new place with laces tied and lunchbag filled with dreams
it seems like we're through, its sunset in the west
train tracks collide, horizon cuts the sky