Oh weary traveler
How can you even stand to walk  beside me?
I am but a simple girl
Nothing special

Craving for the adventure
That never comes
The sweet taste of freedom
Fresh on my lips
Not today, not ever

I walk down a familiar path
Hoping to find an unexpected turn
I hope to lose myself
But I just come out the other side
As always

"You will go to the paper towns and you will never some back."
I find this to be true
The paper towns are slowly suffocating me
Dragging me down into the deep darkness of familiarity
Peter, come retrieve your Wendy
Alice lead me to the rabbit hole

My life is made up of landmarks on a map leading nowhere