Young and innocent

Oblivious to your dark schemas

It branded into my soul and

Became the apple of my heart

It keeps me up at night

Like an anxious mother At the ER

I'm just a fly vagrant

In Lucifer's playground

To be swatted every which way away.

Nails to the chalk board, who's to blame?

Flights there, flights back, she's waiting at the gate

The greedy lawyers, the clueless judge

Needle in the arm, hit the floor

You're falling; akin to your hearts becoming colder

And your falling, because I ‘m just getting older

And you're falling, because I'm not on your shoulders

And you're falling, because you're being lowered into the ground.

Waiting to explode