Broken thoughts haunting renditions
Ambitions, no rest and devilish cold
To the bone and the prophecy is being mold

Stuck in a bubble yearning for trouble
Assertions, best effort and a ticking clock
Ticking away and there’s a thought of growing old

There once was a time I felt the shame
There was a time I was shaped by fear
It was when I hoped to change, to make a change
It was when the future was far far away

Old alone better alone
Happy alone sad alone