I've walked this desert, alone and tired,
With no choice in the matter, I'm always moving.
I'm yearning to be like who I've always admired,
Yet, day to day, these thoughts are less soothing.
Maybe I'm meant to walk this path, sad and alone,
With my eyes looking down, never leaving the ground.
These cuts, they seep, and will never be sewn,
I'm bleeding out, wandering, I'll never be found.
With no choice in the matter, I'm always moving.
I'm yearning to be like who I've always admired,
Yet, day to day, these thoughts are less soothing.
Maybe I'm meant to walk this path, sad and alone,
With my eyes looking down, never leaving the ground.
These cuts, they seep, and will never be sewn,
I'm bleeding out, wandering, I'll never be found.