Times flies,  It stays up high above the ground.  I try to come to terms  With my future tense.    I despise conformity,  The lies, the clenched fists.  I wish that I could feel,  Touch of sanity.  I wish that I could,  Touch of sanity.    Lies of concrete.  As hard as stone, as cold as steel.  Dry bones, broken.  Help me, please, I need to feel.    Times flies,  It stays up high above the ground.  I try to come to terms  With my future tense.    They want me to die.  The memory of pain I've known,  Piercing, poignant pain.  I vow to never feel again.    I despise conformity,  The lies, the clenched fists.  I wish that I could feel,  Touch of sanity.