Times flies,
It stays up high above the ground
I try to come to terms
With my future tense
I despise conformity,
The lies, the clenched fists
I wish that I could feel,
Touch of sanity
I wish that I could,
Touch of sanity
Lies of concrete
As hard as stone, as cold as steel
Dry bones, broken
Help me, please, I need to feel
Times flies,
It stays up high above the ground
I try to come to terms
With my future tense
They want me to die
The memory of pain I've known,
Piercing, poignant pain
I vow to never feel again
I despise conformity,
The lies, the clenched fists
I wish that I could feel,
Touch of sanity