The boy who couldn't handle the world
Couldn't find what everybody found
His place among
All things weak and strong
So he turned to run
From all things he'd never done
From the losses he had never won
Found himself in a meadow
Filled with life and beauty
A slight breeze
Caressing his tears
He had only two choices
From wich to choose
As he sat
Accompanied by the music in his head
His mind arguing life
His heart wishing death
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
The boy who couldn't handle the world
Couldn't find what everybody found
His place among
All things weak and strong
So he turned to run
From all things he'd never done
From the losses he had never won
Found himself in a meadow
Filled with life and beauty
A slight breeze
Caressing his tears
He had only two choices
From wich to choose
As he sat
Accompanied by the music in his head
His mind arguing life
His heart wishing death
