i think that i have lost it.
my body's giving up,
and i'm not living up
to all these expectations.
i love all my relations,
but sometimes question all.
what about the fact we fall?
for i just don't understand
why innocence is golden.
i'm complaining more than holden.
i'm the catcher in the rye.
at night i do not cry.
i just without control.
what about the fact we fall?
