Can it fall?
Does it end?
Will it stop?
Won't you fall?
Why can't I?
How will we?
Why so many?

Will I ever get there again
That place where I am able to love
For my heart is broken

I was in love be for you
I was in love with you
I don't know if I can after you

It has been six week now
But you are every day in my head
You are there with me, and yet you are not

It hurts to think about the past
It hurts to think about the present
It is unclear if it hurts to think about the future

In this milky way galaxy there is a solar system.
In this solar system there is a planet, earth.
On this planet there is a continent,
In this continent there is a country.
In that country is a province,
In that province is a township.
In that township is a town,
In that town is a street,
In that street is a house,
In that house is a room,
In that room sits a person,
In that person is a mind.
That mind is me,
Tiny and small,
And yet it thinks it is the biggest of them all.
Why, why does it think it can have every thing,
While it has never had a great life.
Why does it thinks it knows all,
While there is yet so many things we don't understand, at all.
Why does it keep thinking,
While all it does is, making it self sad and full of pain.
Is there an off switch?
Is there any way to stop it at all?
Is there anything?
Or is it just an empty void?
Me is just to tiny and small,
And yet it thinks it is the biggest of them all.

I may only be fourteen,
but I ponder about many things.
Like why do you have to keep on
paying for your car after you buy it?
It's your's, isn't it? It's not like in five years
your car damages the road more.
Why do you have to keep paying for your house?
Its just standing there;
do you have to pay for it to get older?
Why do you have to pay for your drivers' license?
It's your's once you get it, right? You've worked for it.
Maybe some things I just don't get yet.
Maybe some things I will never get.