Standing in a crowd,
Familiar faces all around.
With my headphones plugged in,
My own world I am in.
Sometimes I wonder if I shall smile once more..
Now you're probably wondering why I’m being such a bore.
Truth be told I’m not really sure...
Is there even a cure?
Or shall I go on like this
Until no one will miss,
My departure from this world into the next
Armed with nothing but some complicated text..
Where I shall stay forever more
Until my heart is not so sore.
Or is there another way
Than this terrible fate that makes up my day??