The bears are all along the walls,
And I am sitting here in mourn.
The train is rushing down the street,
And I am lost inside my head.
The warmth of fear and war is
Covering our lonely souls.
The leaves are all fun but
Not like when we begun.
I want it back and can't react
To anything correctly now.
The pain is gone.
The pain is gone.
The trip is done.
The trip is done.
It all ended fast.
And now I wear a crooked mask. |
Submission Name: Crooked Mask
