As I stare at the empty stage,
"When will I find my place?"
I think that I deserve to live.
"When will I find my way home?"
I think that I am lost.
As I stare at the empty stage
No one else around.
I sit at this piano fence and play my song.
I think that I'm losing it.
"When will I find my place inside?"
I think I deserve to run.
"When will I meet my end of hiding?"

-3nwlry