“What life brings together,
People can break apart,
And all that we gather
Gets brushed to the past.
Longing for what we could have been,
I waste my time wandering;
Always a lost soul on its lonesome way
To find a place I wouldn’t have to say
“I’m so sorry for existing”.
Days turn to night and the clock keeps ticking,
No one in sight for miles so I keep on breathing;
Sometimes it is better to be alone whilst living
Through the biggest breakthroughs I kept on wishing.”
Ana