"The shimmering trees,
the only dead end,
and when will it begin?

Whispers from underneath,
pieces of art bleed,
and why we are here?

Souls travel further than we can see.
Out of our universe
and past those black holes.
Life's not going to begin
cause you say so.
Being so dense all the time.
Do a 360 and why you are so blinded?

24/7
7 days every week.
Every minute,
and every second.

You are becoming so misguided.
I feel so ashamed,
of you.

You're doing everything
we said we wouldn't.
Turning on our pinky swears.
I guess I saw something
that wasn't there.
Now you have left
and forgotten about me.

I should have known,
but now it's too late.

I'm burning the past,
tears pouring down,
and I'm so alone in the dark."