How I Got Here

Part I: Waiting

I'm much too young to feel this old
Always doing what I'm told
They don't know they've all been fooled
No one knows I've grown so cold
Growing mold
searching for a hand to hold

Part II: Wasting

Bones protruding
Always bruising
Fallen victim
To such sweet illusions
It's more than just my hair

I'm losing

Part III: Breaking
Shrinking and bleeding
falling and weeping
Why do I scream
When nobody's listening?

Clutching my fragile bones
Alone
Where empty feels like home