• Confused, scared, alone,
    I wish my heart were made of stone.
    I mourn, I cry,
    Someday I'll eventually Die.
    All the things that make me human, mortal,
    Though, most days I wish my life was fantasy, vanish through a portal.
    Live a life I want to lead.
    Maybe start a new life again, like a plant starts with a seed.
    Maybe meet a new love,
    So that I can soar free like a dove.
    Fly, fly,
    No rules to abide by.
    Cry, cry,
    Like rain in the sky.
    Mourn, mourn,
    My heart torn.
    Though I wish things could change, turn out another way,
    I won't change what's already happened yesterday, today.
    The good memories I've had,
    They'll keep me from being sad.
    I know I'm a hypocrite for saying these things,
    Burt isn't it just apart of being a human being?