By Arcassin Burnham

Like a paper airplane,
Life never throws me in the right direction,
I'm staring at the wall hard,
But without a single Flinch and no hesitation,
I come into your bedroom,
To remind you that your miserable day is gone,
We could play 21 questions,
Like what would you name your child if you had a son,
I have the knowledge to know that I'm fading away,

Why won't you leave me alone and get out of my face,

Please get off my back before I catch another case,

Nothing was promised to me so why is it different today?

So ah , if it all stays the same why do they want me to change?

So ah , why I do pray to God and never get an answer displayed?

Back and forth we go , looking for the promise land,
Back and forth we go , looking for the promise land.