Sittin in the back
Just thinkin again
Of how I got here
And made what I've made
They don't show love
And they watch from a distance
Always keep they eyes peeled
For moves I make
Move inside the silence
I don't need to speak that much
The others scared of being quiet
I don't fear such thing
I don't need nobody
If I've hurt you than I'm sorry
I can't focus on the past
The future's being made
No one wants to be my friend
I'm going through it bad
Felt my purpose
Is for nothing at all
But maybe nothing at all
Can be made into
Something
As of nothing comes
From something
I fall
Into the cycle
We all
Have fell into