Like knives cutting skin Bullets digging in Happiness flowing out Grief flowing in Lost in their own world Hurdling down lower Past the positive To the negative They forgot how to live
Wishes don’t come true And I thought you knew that Reality is harsh And I want you to know that Your journey will be harsh And you will know that Keep traveling on that path Because you’re too far To turn back
"I'm worried you'll grow up and I'm worried you won't. I want to protect you but I can't all the time."