No one heard me,
And so I kept weaving,
In and out,
Trying to get lost,
Trying to feel lost,
Trying to lose myself,
Trying to dissapear,
Trying to get someone to want to find me,
But I just kept ending up at the beggining
And my bones turned to dust in the midnight glare of the moon,
And from the dust crawled a new me,
Undefined,
Undiscovered,
With no limits,
And no ties to responsibilty,
And I felt heard,
And I found freedom within myself,
But they kept finding me
And taking it away
I am new,
And young,
And scared of the unknown world that lies waiting,
Mouth wide open,
Coaxing me to fall into its inner bowels,
From which there is no escape
And all the while,
No one can hear my screams
