walking down a lonely road, i look back
just because i'm lost doesn't mean i want you to find me
yelling to me, you tell me there's no cost
but the feeling, this is embossed
the pressure, it's not soft
you trickle your feather and i wonder whether
you ever find something better
looking back, telling me to remember
the treasure, it's as rare as a transgender
trying to find their way like it's clear weather
i take off my sweater, i walk further
write you a letter, tell you i'm no longer bitter
but things never seem to get better
i miss you and that's no error
days will pa** and maybe
i'll think of you lesser and lesser