From the point when I was born, to the place where I belong and the time in when I'm gone.

no one was really there for me.

like the fire they all walked away, but some stuff are still here.

the memories, the times,the scars, I am whats left, I'm marked for life.

I don't know where I belong, I don't even know why I was brought here.

I'm standing there, wondering why things get bigger as they get closer then, it hit me.

I didn't say a word, I didn't even move.

I thought it was going to walk right through me, I guess I'm not invisible or dead yet.

I fall to the ground and stray down, no one tries to help me or even ask if I'm alright.

I keep walking over these lines, tracing every single one but all of a sudden they seem to disappear and I'm lost again