As I sit under a moon covered by clouds  
I can't think with my mind being so loud
At times I try my hardest to relax
But it is so hard knowing all of these facts

Maybe the wind can ******* away
To a place in the forest as all the trees sway
To become a part of this beautiful world
After all the times my lip has curled

The path that I choose will be that of aloneness
As I would then live a life feeling hopeless
My dreams show a life I have fought
While reality shows my life is naught