lost

its early, or wait, is it that it is too late
as she sits in a flooded crowd
surrounded by faces
may be they'll understand her ache

she doubts herself, but more so she doubts all of them
she's lost and she can't seem to find her place
and now she knows that she is fading into the background
and to think that she was once such a prominent face

walking slowly at a steady pace
headphones plugged in
volume turned up full blast
another sad song plays

she sits along shore
contemplating whether she should stay or should she go
its to hard to start brand new in the same place
thats the very reason she left