Time tick-tocks itself away, as I remain in this solidified place.
Exiled from my world, stuck in a lonely shadow without any light.
The whisper of the nightly wind is my only companion.
Ancient dreams of happiness have faded as depression has sunk in.
The thoughts of yesterday have turned into fears of tomorrow.
Life is gone as I had once knew it.
If I concentrate my thoughts back upon past days, I see a different story.
Not the story I now hopelessly claim, but a brighter, older, less complicated one.
A story with people, children, smiles and sunshine, a blissful ignorant story.
But a story is a story, and reality has a hold of me.
Life is life, and endings are eternal, this is how it’s supposed to be.
It’s like the only thing a simple girl can’t change.
It’s destiny.
