Sometimes things get so hard
our worlds we guard.
we hate to see them go,
but we have to leave them so.
they seem like they dont care,
this sh*t is so hard to bear.
sometimes things get so hard
our worlds we guard.
i really want to leave
as im sure they'd grieve.
but in me, there is this doubt,
this sh*t i want to shout!
sometimes things get so hard
our worlds we guard.
surrounded, yet so alone,
my world, crumbled, needs to be sewn.
it is torn and tattered,
definitely beaten and battered.
