I pressed my pale face into my hands
While watching my life slip through my tiny fingers.

The spiteful lightning blinds my eyes,
not at all allowing me to see,
exactly whats lays before me.

There is no hope, no chance for me.
I lost my last opportunity.
Everyone yells, and shouts at me,
yet my fate dies, along with dreams.

Not a chance with you,
but this was something I could foresee.
Not any friends to truly talk to,
But open your eyes and see,
You are who I truly need.