No matter where I run,
It seems like I hit a dead end.
Watching as others run through a wall,
All while I stand still.
I cannot see through this wall,
I cannot see what they see.
I simply cannot compare.
Not to their eyes, not to their hair.
I'm afraid to speak, afraid to move,
Finding solace in words not meant for me.
I don't want to start over...
I don't want to start over... Not again.
I don't want to find a new path.
Why can't I just stay here?
Must I leave every time?
These friends, these words,
I suppose they aren't for me.
Path after path, friends lost to walls,
I think the world designed me to be a drifter.
Floating from path to path, place to place, starting and ending with nothing.
I get it.
I'm not enough for anything.
Not enough for them, not enough for myself.
I start down paths marketed to be endless.
But friendships die,
And I always come up short.
Whether it's my lackluster personality,
Or my lethargic disposition...
I always seem to hit dead ends.
I belong nowhere, yet I follow every path, hoping I find one that lets me stay.
When will I belong?
I want to belong.
Don't make me start over again.