I'm singing my own requiem, tonight and watching the storm clouds roll in

wondering what symphony will the thunder make and hope I can watch the lightning dance across the sky and join them

in the grace of the howling wind as I wonder where THIS Earth will take my soul as my body grows old

yet I only being seventeen, still wish to know what it feels like to be good enough to my family.

I don't want to be a hero.

I don't want to have to fight.

I don't want to prove myself.

I just want to be heard.

I just want to be good enough.

I just want to be good enough.

I just want to be good...

No....

Im not good

Im not bad

Im something

But not inbetween

I just wish to exist

I have a primal urge to live

I don't eat

And I don't sleep

I just exist

Because I made a promise

To exist together...