I am scared
It’s been weeks since somebody has stepped on me
I miss going to the skate park every day
Learning new tricks
And going fast
Hoping he wouldn't crash

Things aren't the same now
Now I am just laying in some pond
Cold and wet
But most of all
I’m upset

I can feel my trucks rusting
And my board snapping
Why is this happening
I miss when I got sold
But now I’m just old and cold

I miss the feeling of the coping hitting my trucks
When you didn't know if the rider was going to bust
My life was such a rush
But now i’m just a spec of dust

I am so lost
Please find me before
I turn to rust.