As you walk through the never ending hallway, A glimpse of the future catches your eye.
What brought you here to this very spot, What brought you here might cause you to die.
What can you tell about the past, that can save you from what is yet to come along?
But then you have to ask yourself, Through all of this what was the lesson that has been brung?
Remorse the pain of your body, As you walk around holding a metal pole with liquids to keep you hydrated.
Standing there on the corner in your gown thinking; "Will I make it?"
Each person hands you off to another until there's nothing left they can do.
The send you across the country just to take tests to find out what's wrong with you.
Hold on tight your last request before a long harsh car ride to a brand new place.
A place you'll soon call your home and you think whatever happens you'll lose the race.
Doesn't matter you still ask if you can take your rounds around the hallway.
Say 'good-bye' to people you befriended during your stay.
The corners the walls grew so reconizeable so fimiliar.
Hopeing where they send you will be very similar.
Hopeing this time they can find a cure that doesn't take 4 and a half months to realize they can't do anything.
They said my new location will try everything.
But is it worth another 4 months of being put through pokes an prods to find nothing.
Some poeple stay strong some say it's nothing but a thing.
In my veiw I'm just Scared, Alone and lost, When will this depression end?
Will I have that last chance to be happy again?