Wonderer

I wonder off
               into a corner
                            And cry to myself

I cry about
              the simple things
                             the stolen things

I cry about
            my life
                          my innocence

For you must surely see
           I am nothing but a teenager
                         caught in a dilemma

You see my dilemma is
          that I cry too much
                         And there's too many choices for me

You see
        I am nothing but a teenager
                         caught in my own Identity crisis