Longing to feel,
wishing just to be real.
Sick of missing out on it all;
never feeling the height of the fall.
Ignorance is bliss, but bliss is overrated
if it’s worth it all once the pain has faded.
Trying to survive
when there is nowhere to hide.
Tired of this lax existence,
always knowing what comes next.
Life without living is all without meaning,
Don’t join the fight if you’re afraid to bleed.
Not a little wooden boy,
so much more than a toy.
Fed up with being handled like one,
then set aside just because they're done.
Innocence is false, onus was always on.
Anachronisms bend the paths we follow.
