Parallel tracks beckon me
They’ve called here before
I surrender to that cold hard steel
I’m not crying anymore
Lost amid the falling leaves
Trodden and rejected
Ridiculed and taunted
Only to be expected
Fools reach out when they shouldn’t
They touch what shouldn’t be
Lost within the moment
I thought that I was free
But the circle neverending
Always turns around
Kicked about relentlessly
Dead without a sound