Lost

 Don't go anywhere,

Just don't trip

You haven't seen a thing

You still don't know what it means

Those old broken shoelaces

All have their stories to tell

Worn out shoes

Now happy to sit in their room

Scratches on an album

repeat the same old sad song

You still have time to change

before time goes on

Even a job a burger king

Lets you go to a home with pride

to wear your own crown

on your throne or the couch

Cupboards only creak

When they bear no fruit

Like that squeaky old floorboard you would hit

when you used to sneak out of your room

Lean on your friends

that will lean on you

don't follow the ones

that will lead you to your doom