I thought I found peace,
in a place I didn't belong.
I thought I found hope,
turns out I was wrong.
Lives torn apart from fate,
places so distant from truth.
Crying to the future of dreams,
saying goodbye to my dear youth.
Again I'm residing in pain,
and again it's comfort welcome.
in reality I haven't changed,
now I'm even further from home.
Growing up is no longer a journey,
mearly time spent towards and end.
No longer finding good in this world,
saying goodbye to what I wanted to amend.
If you take my hand,
don't expect it in return.
the irony of which,
I always said I'd learn.
They gave me hope,
they showed me compassion.
In a world not for me,
Until I find that I'm done.