Branches explode outwards from your brow like a birch forrest in winter, threatening yet beautiful
At last the teenager becomes concious of his actions and quickly slips into paranoia
You're too sensitive to be selfish but too self obsessed to be selfless
Your ears ring with stranger's conversations, when you were young you were central to them all
But in a city of millions you're no longer an innocent but a sweet heart none the less shant be overlooked nor ignored
You may remember that you had something special and not much has changed over time
Just a lack of belief and direction and a tendancy to stray from the path
All that you need is within your reach
Take only what you need, don't take it all