Life can change in an instance
Who would’ve that right now we could be
A current issue that to me is important in societ
So tell me again how a piece of paper makes his tears any less real.
Tell me how ink translates to all this blood shed.
Clothes of cardboard, Souls of stone
Cracked faces with the tears it once shone
Walking in the darkness
She walks alone on
A crowded street, with nothing
And everything on her mind.
Dark, dusty, desolate night,
Within the first month
When I went to school in America
