A Result of Frustration

I'm sitting on my roof in a purple sweatshirt, alone and tired, and if that's what it takes for a wake-up call, then so be it. I don't want to be a role model, and I don't want anyone following in my footsteps. Make your own goddamn decisions. Stop relying on hope, it's uneven and feeble and can't truly hold you up when you're falling. Just stand up, catch yourself. This city's tired; I'm not so well-rested either. But stop hiding in the alleys, stop shielding the sun with brick walls and street signs. They can't tell you where you want to go. Neither can I, neither can anyone. So stop listening, stop praying someone will be there to pick you back up. It's your turn. This ground is firm and you can stand tall; you should stand tall. Start walking.