The world seems like such a disappointing place sometimes. The people we thought so highly of, bend their knees more quickly than we would have imagined, and the circumstances we find ourselves in, feel so ... unfair. It's as if I'm the inevitable wanderer - the boy who says goodbye, but never knows how to leave.
I lay my head under the water, I lay my head under the sea. There is no time for being younger, and all my friends are now enemies. Broken lines across my mirror, show my face all red and bruised, and even though I screamed and screamed, I wasn't saved, I wasn't safe from you. Aloud I pray for calmer seas, for I still believe that I could be found that I could be the one, who sets you free. The shots are fired, the bullets near, but I don't even take the time to tumble. Instead I hold my tears and stand my ground, as if I was made from stone. I crumble to the ground, covered in blood and engorged with the satisfaction of knowing that I did not flee, but stood unlike the older me.
I lay my head under the water, I lay my head under the sea. There is no time for being younger, and all my friends are now enemies. Broken lines across my mirror, show my face all red and bruised, and even though I screamed and screamed, I wasn't saved, I wasn't safe from you. Aloud I pray for calmer seas, for I still believe that I could be found that I could be the one, who sets you free. The shots are fired, the bullets near, but I don't even take the time to tumble. Instead I hold my tears and stand my ground, as if I was made from stone. I crumble to the ground, covered in blood and engorged with the satisfaction of knowing that I did not flee, but stood unlike the older me.
