Helpless and scared Sick from the trying Hopeless and alone Have to keep running The wailing is on its way Rising up in my chest It's only a matter of time Before the peaceful moment ends Panic is back Eating up my veins Tearing out my insides Leaving on the empty space The dying words Of a better time Petals left alone To whither and dry Stem wilts and decays into the earth Last chances sink in to the cold hard dirt The rain created a poetic frame The problem is things don't end that way Sometimes the answers aren't there No matter how we strain to find them