This one is called Your World
When you hold your world at high expectations
But the one you are facing seems to be erasing
You sit and wonder, and come to see
The world you have known can no loner be
What you have seen and what you have done
Meant nothing to to what you have wanted to have done
Why your world has wondered off the road
That you wanted to have taken
And ended up
Leaving your mind confused and mistaken
Do the little things you do
Split your world in two
One half highs
The other half lows
Or can it just be
That the world you see
Is really what you made it to be
