These skies that are empty, are resonant of us
Consolidated outside, but inside lies a vast
Stadiums, arenas, and concerts would prove inadequate
Continue to drag this trauma from our pasts

Emotional baggage, gets harder to carry as life moves forward
Making you feel left behind, not paying you any mind
But what we fail to understand, this is the tragedy of life
We're just victims to this cycle, getting ready to fall in line

Angels with ugly scars, compassion could've served us well
People uncaring of their time, but caring of ours
Seems pleasant, but rouses a hidden realization
I found my desires by carrying these burdens of towers

© Your Rejected Rose