Reminiscing before aging in beauty,
Gone are the old good times,
When all was nearly perfect.
Gone are the friendships,
I once could never neglect.
Gone are the dreams I held so dear,
Even when nothing was clear.
Alone, I cleave to my past,
Hoping it come back fast.
Sometimes,I wonder what went wrong,
Because I don’t feel like I belong.
Was life really meant to be this way?
Was it meant to take me this far away?
I was told to hold still.
I was told to be strong.
But how long must this go on?
Cause I feel disconnected,
I feel entrapped and weighed down.
Cause, I feel lost in the middle of my destiny.