September rain on the paved way

Elated I don't have to socialize 

-Yes- Today I can stay inside 

Rely on books to read and fill the pain

Pain of a broken heart and bruised love

Finish a trilogy then turn on the radio

 Remember being young, stolen from, no more play doh 

As worthless as people thought, fast lane

Going down, an airplane losing altitude

Why o' why do I do these things?

These awful introverted things,

Start to climb just to fall, again I must lose

Is there an antidote for being happy yet alone?

Can I reverse, turn around, and go down the correct road?

Even though my decision was weighted heavy

Could I have got up and lifted two thousand pounds?