I’m lost in the woods
No one can save me now
I’m running from the good
I’ve been shown because I know
I don’t deserve what I’ve been given.

My road is decorated with thorns
Roses die at my feet
I’m a demon-I’ve got horns
I welcome you to be in the front seat
Of the tragedy called “My Life”.

But then again, it isn’t too bad
As much as it seems to be
There’s so much life left to be had
And I can grow from this like a tree.

Yes, I might be lost in the woods
But I know you’re looking for me
I can find good if I know where to look
And I’m not as lost as I think.

If you are lost
You will be found.