Lost in Myself by Shannon Smith

Where have I gone?
I don't recognize the face in the mirror,
I can't move on,
When I'm stuck in this crazy position,
In a hole too deep to climb out,
I'm getting ready to shout...
Death will soon come;
Wish I could go back to where it had begun.
People are changing,
Moving faster than ever,
Running away like a roaring river,
Flowing downhill, all in my direction.
I'm not who I wish to be,
Wish I could change it all and see
Who I woul've come out to believe.
The world's caving in, ready to end it all...
But soon we'll fall, tumbling down, never rise higher,
Just erupt in a huge Forrest fire.
Death will soon come;
Wish I could go back to were it had begun.