I feel like Sixteen was yesterday,
And I forget that I was once Seventeen.
Now that I'm Twenty,
In the past three years where have I been?
Consumed by the dark,
Where only shadows have the right to spark.
Nearly blinded,
So close to be dead.
I should've not be scared,
If only someone cared.
The savior also needs to be saved,
If he had enough for chase.
The loneliness were deeply engraved,
I was pulled in a darkest phase.
Waiting for the light,
A hope in the sight.
In the noir he then frets,
As if no one can gets.
