it was all just a lie people told me that I'd reach the end but I don't see anything My family told me that I was going to reach the heights but the only place I've reached is a dull and grey street
I wanted to achieve something magnificent but I ended up achieving pitter-patter evocating my pronounced self-loathing for what is, and what isn't I wanted to feel pure reach the tip of the world and be the 'chosen one'
Yet here I lie with a stupid self-loathing mind the only tip being that of the rich man's kind I wanted to reach my heights and be the best I could possibly be make the world proud of me yet the only words I hear are that of higher society's - "What a laughable failure. Never to achieve, never to reach, simply a wasted opportunity."
My head bobs in a twisted manner my face full of exuberant despondence I tried to reach, I tried to be free unfortunately, the only thing I reach for now are the alms of a kind man's heart on this cold and lonely street