Desolate wastelands as far as the eye can see,
I sit here and ponder,
Because it’s only me.
These scars on my arm mark who I was and who I am,
I sit here and I wonder,
But I only see sand.
My heart is a ghost town,
Unknown to the untrained eye,
I sit here all alone,
And I begin to cry.
To cowardly to admit it, to confused to ask for help,
I sit here and I scream,
While I wonder what life is about.
To some I may seem different, to others I’m rather strange,
I sit here and contemplate,
If I’ve really gone insane.
I sit here and ponder,
Because it’s only me.
These scars on my arm mark who I was and who I am,
I sit here and I wonder,
But I only see sand.
My heart is a ghost town,
Unknown to the untrained eye,
I sit here all alone,
And I begin to cry.
To cowardly to admit it, to confused to ask for help,
I sit here and I scream,
While I wonder what life is about.
To some I may seem different, to others I’m rather strange,
I sit here and contemplate,
If I’ve really gone insane.
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