Old friend, you're the boy done good,
outstretched the meagre expectations placed on us,
as young kids with old hearts,
our grades falling apart,
while we waited on better days,
or so I thought,
to prove life was more than it seemed,
how were we born to live,
what were we born to be?
Guess now, you'll never know
I'll find the answers on my own,
cast astray in a world we hated together, alone,
where do I go?
The search for truth still weighs heavy on me
so now where do I go?
Look down from your pillar of bitter stone,
a fickle heart the weeds will soon overgrow.
Who knew the path that I walked,
would lead to brighter days?
Just so you know.