There's a difficulty in finding yourself Especially at a young age And I think that the problem stems From being lost in the first place Replacing a soul is troublesome It will pull upon your frailty And then call upon your love Before society takes back your heart In the span of just a decade We've all helped produce a shell We now live in a world that is empty It's also quite void of help
I'm no good at endings. Or middles. Or beginnings. Especially titles, though.