Lost is the innocence,
instead, angst and silence .
The pretty girl sits within the chaos,
her mind weary and her vision lost.
Where did she go wrong?
Where did she belong?
She thought to herself a divide must be drawn,
between the loved, the loveless, and those who are gone.
Stay happy on your own,
with your wings you will have flown,
and I promise life will go on as if you never knew.
This isn't what's good and real and true.
Breathe easily because you will be okay.
When they fall apart, and there will be a day;
We will laugh at their stupidity and naivety,
and walk hand in hand smiling happily.