Why'd it have to be now
When I'm still in the process of falling down
A million different paths for me
Yet I'm still stuck still struggling to see
So much chaos even in total solice
A million things moving around me
Every single thing could come to an end
And it would feel no different
I crave the end
People bask in the bustle
When I can barely move a muscle
While i sit and wade still
When will I get to move
And begin to break free
When will I start to feel
Like I'm worth someone coming for me
When will someone make me realize
I'm more than all my past
When will I realize
I actually want one good thing to last
