i don't blAme you
for wanting to do
things without me

lateLy it's just
that when yOu're
goNe
i havE nobody.

the feeling you get when
you wake up really early
and drive with you friends
to the water to watch
the sunrise
and even though you woke up
at 4:30 am
you are not tired
because at the moment
all is good

i'm tired of telling myself
"it will get better"
because i'm starting to live for the future
while the present just washes by
and i don't want to look back
and wish i just lived in the moment

keys
homework
wallet
studying
phone
plan ahead
cherish the moment
good memories
what life used to be like
the smell of your jacket
happiness
you
us

i left home
or at least the place i'd always called home
it's been almost 6 months
i love the place i'm in right now
but somethings missing
i don't know what it is
but i know there's something that's just not there
and now i don't belong where i came from
and i don't belong here.

it was one of those things you couldn't capture.
it was just everything,
and everything
just was.

i'm a prisoner, held captive
everyday the same routine
dreaded to this fate that i have to live
since the day that i turned fifteen

no i'm not in jail
my prison cell is not something that can be seen
there isn't an amount of money that can pay my bail
realized that when i was sixteen

people ask me whats wrong
why i always look so mean
they said i needed to appreciate it because it won't be long
until i'm no longer seventeen

they don't understand how i feel
they think its just a lack of sleep, that i need some caffeine.
they don't get it, don't think it's real
i completely fade away, at the age of eighteen.