eyes without light with a deficiency of Sleep
tongues burned with harsh words or Caffeine
minds are in a haze, the loud music is ablaze
our hearts are either too shallow or too deep
the age of mistakes, the point of realisations
when everything is a mess or in utter perfection
in the night, in the city light, our dreams take flight
running wildly to catch the train of expectations
cruel days and painted smiles in our teenage lives
too young for the world, too old to hide at home
the changes are violent, but we never stay silent
this chance is ours to choose our shields or knives
