stuck in last place, unfortunate unfair
there's a high point, fallen short in midair

is this what i am here for
no way to stop the sadness
just here to make the happy
i'm deaf to my own calling

beating hearts race, silencing and scared
pain enslaves me, no better way to care

shoeboxes emptied, and pictures torn and old gifts burned and destroyed.
numbers of old friend are crossed out and erased from memory.
off to a new place with laces tied and lunchbag filled with dreams

it seems like we're through, its sunset in the west
train tracks collide, horizon cuts the sky