What Will Become
Slowly drifting
Don’t know my bounds
Should I stay where I am welcome
Or where I belong
Slowly turning
Into someone else
Hate has overcome my being
No love shall ever be found
Slowly becoming
What I was meant to be
But will it be what I want
Or simply what I must be
Don’t know my bounds
Should I stay where I am welcome
Or where I belong
Slowly turning
Into someone else
Hate has overcome my being
No love shall ever be found
Slowly becoming
What I was meant to be
But will it be what I want
Or simply what I must be