My bones are yearning for so many things.
Here I lay with eyes open and my heart bounded by chains;
Where do we begin to rearrange the broken pieces?
Try to fix something so far gone or just leave and forget the damage.
Bruised bones and haunted memories, no longer can I look at this blasted ceiling.
The world doesn't stop turning when someone's screaming.
Why do we purposefully chase the hearts we know we'll never win?
Wait for someone to save us when they're busy saving themselves.

We can change the present, the future and the ending.
But I'd like to reserve the right to change past.
I want something illogical, to be free.
For why not lie on this ground and knowing that as hard as I grasp for the stars.
There will never be a time where I can call the sky mine.
Yet that's all I've ever dreamed.