I stand in the back of the crowd
looking around
is anyone really here
or am i seeing shadows
because surely these people aren't real
With their smiling faces
in the midst of a war
With diamonds and pearls
hanging from their necks
in a time where money is rare
They must be shadows
I can promise you they aren't real

We are all lost
Wandering through the maze of life
No compass to guide us
Only our thoughts to accompany us

We are all scared of the monsters
The noises in the dark
But we never ask other for help
Even though they might know the way out

We wander for years
Maybe even our whole lives
Getting deeper and deeper into the maze
Most never find the way out

There should be three crosses on the side of the highway
three bite size graves all in a row
three rotting skeletons collecting dust

When I was young I made a suicide pact
with my two best friends

I woke up on my bedroom floor
stars crossing in front of my eyes
empty bottle of pills still in my hand

At their funerals I kept my mouth closed
Because there are things their mothers needn't know

That should have been a sign
I was meant to forever walk this world alone