Restless is the pulse Shaking in my ears It’s only been three months but It feels like it’s been years Confused is the air Caught in my lungs I scream that I’m riding the highs and the low but It hurts so deep; I’ve got nothing to show He said, “But you embrace the fear.” Echo, their laughs do Crippling are these fleeting thoughts of you Am I truly tired of being lost? Or am I the boy who cries wolf?