I explain my metaphors with metaphors
I don't know how else to express
My thoughts that sit in clutter drawers
And leave my mind a mess

If you don't understand my comparison
I'll just say it in a different way
My thoughts still shielded by a garrison
Suppressing things I need to say

we were five and young,
we were alive and always sung.
that was when we were five
and then society came along slapping
us in our faces with reality, ruining our social graces. I no longer feel alive.

now we're fifteen and sad,
i'm drinking with my lad,
as i'm mentally sinking in my fears,
drowning helplessly in my tears,
barely passing classes this year,
as i hear people say, "Keep your head up dear!" As if that will help me. As if that will help me. As if that will help me.

**i want to go back to being five.
i want to feel alive again.