Wherever I arrive whenever I feel alive
Will I still feel the loneliness
that many people provide
How many people will change my life
But I'm still left alone in the end
it makes me comprehend will
I be fulfilled in what I defend
Leaving the fact that I left it all
because the dirt will not come off
blood and mud underneath my fingernails
and my skin is turning pale
I'll never know my niche
and I've never felt more complete