My lungs hurt,
It's fire burning inside.

The smoke runs through my chest,
I puff out the air,
into the summer breeze.

Rescue me,
rescue them,
it's not a job,
it's something you should do.

From the seven wonders,
of your so called life.

Let me rest on some old rusty rock,
It's better than your bed.

Let the tears fall down,
let them run wild,
around town.

I hear your calls,
escalate from the wind.

I don't really wanna talk anymore,
it's too hard to even smile.

My lips burn from even trying,
my cheeks sag,
from the frowns I make.

I am nothing, but a waste.

No one ever laid a hand,
on this forgotten land.

Why are we even trying?
To live a life that's worth nothing,nothing but a dime,
or anything at all.

I rather die and be forgotten,
I never existed anyways.

Don't tell me it's nothing, but a cry for help, because I'm not begging anymore.

This is real,
this is life.

People feel,
and people lie.

You can kill,
or you can die.

This is real,
this is life.

Nothing, but a waste of time.