Creeper

When my life falls out of line,
words like these, are all I cling to.
But I've been holding on for so long,
I can't believe I used to think nothing could ever go wrong.

But we live,
and some will die.
Some will grow up and say goodbye,
and as hard as we try
every now and then we all cry.

Accidents are apart of who we are,
and everyone will find out looks can get you far.

When I walk the streets at night
I think of your quirky eyes.
How bright they used to be.
And now I wonder if you'll ever find me again.
Because your words used to be all I cling to.