From Amelia

I hate this feeling, feeling like a third wheel an un-needed spoke on a tire that'll just keep spinning without me Well it shouldn't be too hard now cause I'm back to my role on Earth falling because of adversities Obnoxiously, haven't my wings decided to grow not growing alone through my darkest days Am I on a silver platter; here I am, broken and laid out like a puzzle I'm able to weather my own storms, control my tsunamis yet still I'm being capsized by my delicate tragedies And what is this I am hearing for the moment now I wish my ears would deceive me though this sorrow is what I'm believing I am receiving this notice today from Amelia, her heart flew away guess we're in the same boat, hope it stays afloat always Not meaning to rhyme but what do you wish of me now I'm falling and failing somehow; above the reins, I don't see a sign sign nor signal I'm just alone during my darkest days my darkest days in which I can't fly away Obnoxiously, not grown have my wings flown Falling because of adversities, my role on this Earth I hate this feeling feeling like a third wheel to my own serenade...my own serenade The last one I write Since even when I fall and deteriorate away the spokes on the wheel will keep turning while I just slip in a daze beneath this haze fade away like sand in water dust in wind Sun in shade...everything's falling...away