Wandering through the streets,

I know I should be scared,

I’m surrounded by freaks,

And I love it that way.

It may be late and dark out here,

But all I feel is calm,

I walk around with zero fear,

This MUST be my home.

I could breathe,

Finally,

And it broke me to have to leave

Paradise.

When I go back,

I’ll feel so good again,

I’ve never been so sure of something as of that,

Living the dream.

When my light goes out,

That final time,

I hope I’m in Cali,

Content when I die.

I have been hopeless,

But nobody noticed,

I tried not to show it,

I guess one day you’ll know it.