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

Why are
The things that are so easy...

Silent.
Alone...

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

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

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...

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

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

From the past, no future,
There's nothing ahead...

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

A blooming rose,
Short of homecoming...