  there is no purpose, no sense in life, everything changes, but you can't take control. you live life, day in, day out, breathing, walking, talking, never stopping to think, how it all works, how it all fits in. would it be possible, to let someone else lead you, lead you away from the hurts, the pains. will someone take my hand, lead me, guide me. i'm too confused to find my way, lost on this road called Life. it never ends, until the last day, when He comes to claim me, or cast me away. who am i to know the great scheme of things? nothing more than a girl, a girl who's lost and can't find her way, a girl who struggles to understand. someone lead me, please before i fall away, from the path they tell me to stay on. there's not enough time to do anything it doesn't stop for you won't rewind for you. once, just once, stop and i will make the most of it. make the most of the time i've been given, to let love fly free, to rid myself of the pain.
not now, though, it's too early but might it be too late? someone guide me, show me the right way to go help me find the narrow path that will lead me to the light. not sure if i'm on the right path just walking, waiting, waiting for the day, when all will be right. the truth hurts, but sometimes it's better to know or i will find myself hurting forever. or will i find the truth that's good, that's true that brings happiness into my shadows. maybe i should let it lie, let love run its course or should i disturb the ever running flow, of a river of love that cannot be stopped, unless by the truth, the truth that hurts.
will it be enough for me to say sorry to act like it was all a game or does it go deeper than that? deep into the fortress of the city that is me. the walls are slowly being crumbled by an unexpected attack. the builders work overtime, making sure the forces don't break through. but maybe there might be a time, when they give up, give in, and only then will the city surrender, to the attackers, the army, to the person that is just trying to help, to help her find herself.
this life is so ordinary. nothing more than a window, into someone else's life. have i done anything? have i affected anyone? must i always be just there, living my life like the next person. no one special just ordinary, plain. can i make something of this life? or will i regret not living it? friends come and go, some never leaving footprints. one or two come, and you never want them to leave, but they're already in the boat, about to cast off.
you hold the boat, not wanting to let go. then you grow weak, and have no choice. you watch them float away. there is no purpose, no sense in life. you ask questions that go unheard, think thoughts that sound absurd. you go around and around in circles, get dizzy. then fall. fall. fall. fall... all the way d o w n . 
