Where do I go,

When I roam and roam,

And there’s nowhere meant for me?

Where do I go,

When the world is turning,

Turning without me?

Where do I go,

When I’m lonely,

And no one wants me?

Where do I go,

When the tears flow,

And none care to set me free?

Where do I go,

When the fear grows,

And I can’t seem to breath?

Where do I go,

When the continuous blows,

Become too much for me?

Where do I go,

When I’m sad and alone,

And I’m losing my sanity?

Where do I go,

When my heart is not whole,

And I can’t stop cutting.

Where do I go,

When I’m looking at a looped rope,

And I’m done living?

Where do I go,

When I’m wishing I was six feet below,

And wish for my soul to be reaped?

Where do I go,

When I roam and roam,

And there's nowhere meant for me?