I'm stuck in the ground, I can't seem to make a sound. Stuck beneath the sidewalk, still I hear each footstep. Can you hear the pounding? seeping though the cracks I've made. You draw on the cement above me with vibrant chalk, Might just miss me if your pretty eyes misstep. My mind can't manage while I'm suffocating, Though this hopeless crusade. To get you to look down, Because I'm still stuck in the ground.