What's the point of walking this endless road
At first it wasn't so bad
I walked barefoot down a soft and grassy path
But yet as I walk on the path gets steadily worse
Grass begins to die and get replaced with rocks
Then it gets worse
The path turns to glass
One wrong move and I break it all
And of course I have a tendency to fall
I now am at the worst of the path
I've broken all the glass and now I walk alone my bare feet have been torn to shreds by the glass yet I still walk on
I fall often and find my self bleeding everywhere covered in broken glass and stained red with my blood
If it would just end all at once
If I could just lay in the glass and be done
Surely it would be better then carrying on like this
On sharp pain and done
Not endless agony and blood